ohpleaseohpleaseohplease...

*bounces up and down on balls of feet*

Red Cross NHQ just emailed me to ask if I was available for wildfire-related Disaster Computer Operations jobs that might come up this weekend. My boss says I can go as long as I get my assistant trained in handling donation batches. She already knows most of the process, so I'm gonna track her down after lunch and show her the rest.

Disaster Computer Operations means I go to the job headquarters and run tech support for twenty-one days (or more). I probably wouldn't get to go to the actual front lines, but that might possibly come up. Colorado is already staffed but Arizona and New Mexico are in trouble now and nobody knows how big the Hayman fire is gonna get and I'd finally get to do direct service again, I haven't been on a real disaster since they pulled me out of Manhattan, I wanna serve, oh Gods oh Gods oh Gods I wanna serve, I wanna go on one of these, pleeeeeeeeze let me do this let them call me let them say 'we need a DCO in Arizona or Colorado or New Mexico' or something, pleeeeeeeeeeeze....

It really doesn't take much to make me happy. Right now a phone call saying 'guess what, you get to sleep in a Forest Service building filled with ash and yuk and crap in a portajohn for the next three weeks while living on Frito-Lay products and two-year-old bottled water' would make me the happiest little computer geek alive.


Oh, please let them need me!

Christ, I'm tired.

There are days when I wish to God I didn't have to write stuff like this. I almost just went to the gym today and left this to other folks. Then I figured... yanno, I wrote about that damn Ohio State commencement incident... this bugger's more important.

( This was sent to both my Senators and my Representative. )

It's gotten to the point where I look at a news issue and ask myself, "Could I write to my pen pal in China and not feel ashamed of barking at his government through Amnesty International if I fail to bark at my own government about the very same thing?". And then I get ashamed that I have to do the barking at all.

Goddammit.

Today's pulp survival tip is #184. Make no assumptions about the true gender of anyone who you haven't seen completely naked.