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Well, here's a shocker - someone from Nextfest actually bothered stopping by my journal yesterday, which surprises me more than anyone; needless to say, I've been informed in a not-so-polite way that my volunteer services are no longer needed. Which doesn't exactly bother me, given all the stuff I was mentioning yesterday: how I thought this was going to be a legitimate high-tech industry convention, actually run by the staff of Wired magazine, which was the whole reason I was volunteering in the first place; while in reality it turned out to be not much more than a travelling gadget show for the general public, with Wired attached in name only, run by the same Prada-wearing yuppie MBA graduates for whom I moved to Chicago precisely to get the fuck away from. And let's face it - Nextfest doesn't exactly need one of their volunteers running around talking shit about them in a way that's going to be permanently archived by Google, either, so it's not like I blame them for not wanting me back. It does prove a little theory, though, that I've always suspected but until now has never been tested - I actually have the ability to get fired from jobs where I wasn't even getting paid. And that should really come as a surprise to no one.
So, it's back to the week I was having before - getting this new site design more and more finished, checking out cute girls on summer sidewalks, and slowly getting responses written to the (eek) now 94 emails in my inbox. Sorry you won't be getting any more bitter little live reports from Nextfest!