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I know I've been MIA lately; I've actually had work to do at work this week, and the question of the department picnic has come up. It was originally slated for Thursday.
Hurricane Isabel is supposed to hit our area on Thursday.
Guess what got postponed. :)
I've also been looking at all the in progress stuff on my plate, and I'm kind of amused. Here's a run-down of sorts: ( Fanfic/comic/creative stuff )
I've also discovered something: I don't dislike my job.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I don't love my job. But I don't want to beat my head against the wall when I'm actually working. (Most of the time, anyway.) I actually take some small measure of satisfaction in getting my code to work or getting a defect fixed or figuring out why, despite all the laws of physics, the app is behaving a certain way. I like most of my co-workers. My hours don't suck. The pay is pretty good.
Do I plan on working where I am for the rest of my life? Um... no. But I'll be okay here for a little while longer. This doesn't sound like a major revelation, I know, but... it's good to be able to say.
Last but not least, I'm getting used to having no life. Too used to it. Overheard at lunch today.
Friend I hadn't seen in a while: "So what have you been up to?"
Me: "Not much. Went to Ireland last week."
Friend: "Not much??"
Me: "Oh. Okay, I guess that does count as something, doesn't it?"
Ireland commentary: Iffy for tomorrow. When I left, my workstation was being upgraded to Win 2000 Professional. I backed everything up, but I know I'll be spending half the day tomorrow restoring my settings.
Hurricane Isabel is supposed to hit our area on Thursday.
Guess what got postponed. :)
I've also been looking at all the in progress stuff on my plate, and I'm kind of amused. Here's a run-down of sorts: ( Fanfic/comic/creative stuff )
I've also discovered something: I don't dislike my job.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I don't love my job. But I don't want to beat my head against the wall when I'm actually working. (Most of the time, anyway.) I actually take some small measure of satisfaction in getting my code to work or getting a defect fixed or figuring out why, despite all the laws of physics, the app is behaving a certain way. I like most of my co-workers. My hours don't suck. The pay is pretty good.
Do I plan on working where I am for the rest of my life? Um... no. But I'll be okay here for a little while longer. This doesn't sound like a major revelation, I know, but... it's good to be able to say.
Last but not least, I'm getting used to having no life. Too used to it. Overheard at lunch today.
Friend I hadn't seen in a while: "So what have you been up to?"
Me: "Not much. Went to Ireland last week."
Friend: "Not much??"
Me: "Oh. Okay, I guess that does count as something, doesn't it?"
Ireland commentary: Iffy for tomorrow. When I left, my workstation was being upgraded to Win 2000 Professional. I backed everything up, but I know I'll be spending half the day tomorrow restoring my settings.
