Save point.
So, life continues to go on. A few changes, but less and less that I'm finding a reason to write about. I wonder how much of this pertains to the mental exhaustion of my job, or the fact that I'm writing all the time.
My company was acquired, I got a nice offering including a promotion and a raise. I'm now a software engineer. This is huge news, but as it's gone on, I've gone from being proud and excited to drinking from a fire hose and being exhausted all the time, wanting to sleep at work, but once I enter bed at 11pm, I toss and turn.
I'm up to running 20 miles in a session. I suppose I'm marathon training. I'm not seeing significant weight changes, although that may be offset by muscle gain. I'm not sure. It's completely driven by general frustration with how slow it's taken to lose the 10 lbs I gained over Christmas, but these things just don't melt off I suppose. I get frustrated because once the days begin getting grim in October, my running days will be over again, and I'll have to settle with depressing sprints in the gym, wishing I were outside.
More and more I'm realizing that a typical desk job, while perfectly acceptable in day to day life during the summer, wants to murder me in the winter. I can't run. Insect photography is completely out of the question. PC gaming and work become my life, and I end up eating out way too much as a way to stave of lethargy.
So, the fix then, I'm not sure. The company I work for is based in the bay area, I may have to try to get down there more often to soak up the sun. In the mean time, they've got me on a path that will hopefully have me touching code, which is something I've always wanted.
Also, all of this has allowed me to assess my life plans. I still want to go forward with the PhD, and I feel that having a job like this will help in that. I'll get a better sense of what's driving mobility technology, then when I want to work on a PhD on optimizing mobile learning systems with education on a large scale implementation, I'll have a sense of what I'm talking about on the technical side, and then I can focus on things that actually work for people.
Not sure what else to write. 8 years ago I would have babbled about the dream during the nap I just took- a solid two hours that I desperately needed, but I'm finding less of a reason to write about dreams, which seems rather silly- I used to be obsessed with chronicling them. (Had a really cool one that was a mix between Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and Ghost in the Shell- I was a Blomkvist like cyber private eye, investigating a missing person who had left a massive social network of eerie clues about his childhood abuse. And there I go again.) But now, it seems a little pointless. I read somewhere that you in essence undergo such personality changes over every 10 years that you resemble that version of yourself very little, but that being said, I also believe that you can still see a lot of the same core traits. The window dressing changes, but the core functions are the same. I wonder if I'll still be writing like this in 10 years.
Although, the only reason I'm drawn to writing and doing anything creative is I'm well rested, for the first time in a long time. I would take more naps, but that would ruin my sleep schedule which I need for work. I miss having an unstructured life. I don't miss being poor, but what I've realized is that it's damn hard to save up, and in the end, I'll never be as rich as I'd like unless I think really big and work my ass off while I'm still young, so that's what I have to do.
Germboy, out/Peace.
My company was acquired, I got a nice offering including a promotion and a raise. I'm now a software engineer. This is huge news, but as it's gone on, I've gone from being proud and excited to drinking from a fire hose and being exhausted all the time, wanting to sleep at work, but once I enter bed at 11pm, I toss and turn.
I'm up to running 20 miles in a session. I suppose I'm marathon training. I'm not seeing significant weight changes, although that may be offset by muscle gain. I'm not sure. It's completely driven by general frustration with how slow it's taken to lose the 10 lbs I gained over Christmas, but these things just don't melt off I suppose. I get frustrated because once the days begin getting grim in October, my running days will be over again, and I'll have to settle with depressing sprints in the gym, wishing I were outside.
More and more I'm realizing that a typical desk job, while perfectly acceptable in day to day life during the summer, wants to murder me in the winter. I can't run. Insect photography is completely out of the question. PC gaming and work become my life, and I end up eating out way too much as a way to stave of lethargy.
So, the fix then, I'm not sure. The company I work for is based in the bay area, I may have to try to get down there more often to soak up the sun. In the mean time, they've got me on a path that will hopefully have me touching code, which is something I've always wanted.
Also, all of this has allowed me to assess my life plans. I still want to go forward with the PhD, and I feel that having a job like this will help in that. I'll get a better sense of what's driving mobility technology, then when I want to work on a PhD on optimizing mobile learning systems with education on a large scale implementation, I'll have a sense of what I'm talking about on the technical side, and then I can focus on things that actually work for people.
Not sure what else to write. 8 years ago I would have babbled about the dream during the nap I just took- a solid two hours that I desperately needed, but I'm finding less of a reason to write about dreams, which seems rather silly- I used to be obsessed with chronicling them. (Had a really cool one that was a mix between Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and Ghost in the Shell- I was a Blomkvist like cyber private eye, investigating a missing person who had left a massive social network of eerie clues about his childhood abuse. And there I go again.) But now, it seems a little pointless. I read somewhere that you in essence undergo such personality changes over every 10 years that you resemble that version of yourself very little, but that being said, I also believe that you can still see a lot of the same core traits. The window dressing changes, but the core functions are the same. I wonder if I'll still be writing like this in 10 years.
Although, the only reason I'm drawn to writing and doing anything creative is I'm well rested, for the first time in a long time. I would take more naps, but that would ruin my sleep schedule which I need for work. I miss having an unstructured life. I don't miss being poor, but what I've realized is that it's damn hard to save up, and in the end, I'll never be as rich as I'd like unless I think really big and work my ass off while I'm still young, so that's what I have to do.
Germboy, out/Peace.