I work at a debt collection company in Montgomery, Alabama. I know, I know, but before you hate me for the company I work for, let me first say, it isn’t that type of debt collection. Secondly, I don’t do the debt collection anymore. I work as an Information Technology Specialist with the company. I keep the computers humming along, I keep the phone lines ringing, I keep the toaster from going offline. Oh, and yes, I do put the cover sheet on the TPS report.
I am still in school. Yeah, tell me about it. Professional Student? No. Lazy? Not so much. You see, I work at above mentioned job full time. I have for the last 4 years. School, although not pushed to the backburner, has taken a backseat. It is more like a backseat driver though. It can be pushy. You know, the guy in the back left seat that says, “Hey, you should get over, I think this is our exit.” Yeah, that guy.
Anyhow, I am still enrolled at Auburn University of Montgomery. The bastard stepchild of that big campus located in the city with the same name. Mostly because the campus is the city. No jokes on AUM though, it is a great institution. Rigorous. Mind-Enhancing. I should graduate in the next couple of years with a bachelors in Information Systems, if I am lucky to see that day.
Glad you asked. Yes! I am married to a wonderful girl. I met her at the learning institution I have spent so much of my time and money going to. She was the editor-in-chief at the newspaper there. I just wrote a technology column here and there. We became fast friends, and then started dating. We were married in July of 2004 at Lake Martin. It was also the hottest day of the year, not just because of the fantastic woman I married, but also because the heat was extraordinary and the humidity was on par with many of the better saunas to be found.
Uh, yeah. There are over 100 million myspace pages in the known universe. Who doesn’t have a myspace is the question. You can find mine by simply going to this address: http://www.myspace.com/johntracy I don’t keep a profile there to meet people I have never met before. I only keep one there to keep up with the folks that I already know. Real people. Not some 78-year-old man posing as a 17-year-old girl that is just waiting for her birthday to roll around so she can do naughty things with you, because that is creepy.
It’s pretty good. Someday, I will have a page that keeps track of all the music I am listening to. One day. Maybe. If you know of any good Mac or PC programs that can take my iTunes library and convert it into an interactive page of music goodness, sent me an email from my contact page.