2^128

Or, put another way, two to the power of one hundred twenty-eight.

2 128

“So, Mister Smarty-Pants, how much is that?”

340,282,366,920,938,463,463,374,607,431,768,211,456

Or, if you like it written out, it’s [takes deep breath]…

Three hundred forty undecillion two hundred eighty-two decillion three hundred sixty-six nonillion nine hundred twenty octillion nine hundred thirty-eight septillion four hundred sixty-three sextillion four hundred sixty-three quintillion three hundred seventy-four quadrillion six hundred seven trillion four hundred thirty-one billion [gasps for air] seven hundred sixty-eight million two hundred eleven thousand four hundred fifty-six.

How much is that again?

That’s how many unique objects can be theoretically addressed on the internet.

I’ll stick to non-routable IPv4 on my private network, thanks.

The Continuing Saga of…

I’m still annoyed, but the offer from a prospective employer was sustained, not retracted — they’re still quite happy to have me and, frankly, I’m quite happy to contribute.

In fact, they’ll be happy to have me and a few classmates from the SCC AMT program even without our full certifications* yet.

As my own story continues to unfold into the next chapter in life, here’s how it goes so far:

I met briefly with a recruiter (for about 15 minutes, TBH) for Boeing Aircraft who extended an offer on the spot to for an aircraft maintenance role.

I accepted.

Of course, Boeing management countered with a number of contingencies. Work history, criminal background, credit, education, drug screen, etc.

Contingencies were all met.

And, as of this morning, I can officially tell the world that I’ll be assuming a maintenance and inspection role in Moses Lake after a month of Boeing process training in Seattle.

Oh! I have so many things to get sorted in the next four weeks.

*The role with Boeing Aircraft doesn’t require an A&P certification, but none of us is prepared to forego our certifications. The whole point of putting in the time was to gain our certs.

…and then, one day…

…four years ago, he began the Long Walk and a slow descent into loss, sorrow, fear, and deep reflection as he traveled westward in search of something that would give him a purpose. A reason for doing.

He found that he’d awoken in the wrong dream.

Again.

But he stuck around because he wanted to see how the story would unfold.

Highly Annoyed

I’m annoyed with an organization with which I’ve not worked for three years. Apart from the abrupt concealment of our open-source contributions shortly before my departure, it seems they also weren’t entirely forthright with me about my role (I should redact this post). According to the records they had released to TheWorkNumber, the title I had prior to the layoff wasn’t an official title — but was a title that was a few years old.

And why the date discrepancies? Might it be that my resumé only addresses roles held in the past ten years? Are they looking for my complete history back to 1985?

And then there’s a curious issue with my degree from 2002. Granted, the school no longer exists, but HireRight seems to have established contact with DTC, which then reported that they haven’t any history of my attendance.

Okay, here’s a copy of my diploma and, while unofficial, here’s the transcript that I’d received from DeVry/DTC a few years ago.

HireRight, doing a background check, has marked my background with discrepancies, which, no doubt, will result in an abrupt retraction of an offer that an employer had made.

Highly Annoyed