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Since I can't concentrate due to exhaustion anyways...

Work history:
I have been

• a sandwich maker


• a flyer delivery boy


• a hardware clerk


• a cashier


• a department head


• a shipper/receiver


• a writer


• a web designer


• a webmaster


• a beta tester


• a customer service representative


• a technical support worker

I was only fired from one position, due to political reasons. I've lost a job due to a company going under twice (the second time due to the owner's death).
I receive royalties. Though I haven't actually received any.
I rarely think of my job as work; it's just something that occupies 8 hours of my day.
I'd drop it all to be able to go back to school (while still paying all the bills).
Professionally, I was happiest a few jobs ago; personally, I'm happiest now.

Childhood:
When I was about 4, I was certain that I had heard God yelling at me. Now, I'm sure it was only a sonic boom I heard during the airshow.
God yelling at me is my earliest memory; jumping on a trampoline covered in water is another early memory.
My mom worked until I was 6, when she had Susan. I was babysat by a woman named Beverly Stone.
Someone threw gravel in my mouth when I stuck my tongue out at them.
My first 'disciplanary notice' was in Grade 3, when I yelled "leave me alone, you son of a bitch!" after he started bullying me. The principal, Mr. Nagaguchi, was standing right behind me.
I never won a single award in school.
I was reading at a 6th grade level in grade 3.
I read a lot to avoid playing with other kids. I often made up excuses as to why I couldn't go out and play.
I have a sister who is 6 years younger than me, who I paid very little attention to when she was growing up, and feel bad about it.
I got glasses in grade 8, further reducing my popularity.
I was a constant target of bullies.
One of my best friends turned on me in grade 8, joining in a group of 8 bullies who surrounded me at the AgRec park. I never talked to him again.
From grade 6 to grade 12, I was in the same classes as two other Darrens. I didn't like either of them.
I had a huge crush on Christie Sheedy in high school.
I never dated, except once in grade 12.
I was baptised (at birth) and confirmed (at age 14) into the Anglican church.

Things I have or have had
The NIV bible my grandfather gave me for confirmation has been blessed by Rev. Jack A. Major.
I have a book of Romantic Poems from the 1800s.
I have Beaker and Gonzo finger puppets from Starbucks.
I have lichen planus.
I have a fear of just about everything; it drives K crazy.
I have no fear of some things I maybe should have a fear of (being lost in the woods, heights).
I have more knowledge about home renovation than I thought I needed (and am now finding to be extremely useful).

I can...
I can tile.
I can program in PHP and ASP. This is a huge thing for me, because I thought I lost the ability to program in 1992.
I can climb just about anything.
I can hike in the backcountry, and (eventually) find my way back.
I can use a compass to find my location on a map.
I can figure out just about any piece of software if I know its general purpose.
I can remember the most inane piece of trivia, but I can't remember where I just left a screw I needed to use.
I can blend into the background and not be noticed.
I can do a 20 minute word search in 12 minutes.
I can understand the concepts of astronomy, plate tectonics and physics.
I can remember the major species of hominid: astralopithecus (afarensi, robustus, boisei (zinjanthropus)) and homo (sapiens sapiens, sapiens neanderthalis, erectus, habilis) (though when I was checking this, boisei and robustus have been reclassified as paranthropus)
I can hold my own in a game of Quake.
I can generally get a really good idea of who someone is within the first 10 minutes of meeting them.

I can't...
I can't dance.
I can't publicly speak. The last time I tried, it was nothing short of a disaster.
I can't yell at someone, no matter how angry I am. If I do, I feel extremely bad (regardless of whether they deserved it or not).
I can't win anything. The last thing I remember winning was a game of Tour de Force from Macleans Magazine for completing a word search.
I can't do math.
I can't always understand why people do the things they do; when I can't, I tend to get frustrated.

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