Isolation drills
I find that I am increasingly poorly-suited to sitting in a room by myself and writing code. It's not that I dislike writing code, or technical work or anything, but the solitude of my daily routine is a great sucker of motivation. Is it weird to be kind of a people person in a technical field?
Also, I was sitting around thinking about how I might work more effectively, which is a lovely way to procrastinate if you happen to be in the market for such things, and I found that the number one deal-queerer for me is sitting down and figuring out new software tools. That and potty breaks. But potty breaks are my small means of asserting my independence; it's from telemarketing. Now, nobody tells baby when he can pee. NOBODY. Anyways, it's just figuring out how to deal with tools that other people wrote that fucks me up. Figuring out how to do something new myself is no big deal, I actually enjoy that, but dicking around trying to figure out how other people have done something and conforming to it just kills my productivity. Which basically sucks, because I spend an inordinate amount of time doing so. Coincidentally, by all appearances I am very, very good at it, which makes it strange that it should fuck me up as bad as it does.
Sorry guys, I don't have any good stories today.
OH WAIT, I totally do! I nearly got creamed by some idiot on my bike Saturday. I was pulling out of an alley, and some guy makes a right turn onto my street WAY too fast, pops the curb, and would've smashed the shit out of me (in my lane) if I didn't see him coming. Riding downtown sucks, man. I may look into moving someplace else when my lease is up. I'd have to figure out some kind of practice arrangements, but, well, we'll see. I'm not a suburban kind of guy, really, but you just can't live in such close quarters with people who don't act right. (says the guy who plays the drums. Heh.)
Also, I was sitting around thinking about how I might work more effectively, which is a lovely way to procrastinate if you happen to be in the market for such things, and I found that the number one deal-queerer for me is sitting down and figuring out new software tools. That and potty breaks. But potty breaks are my small means of asserting my independence; it's from telemarketing. Now, nobody tells baby when he can pee. NOBODY. Anyways, it's just figuring out how to deal with tools that other people wrote that fucks me up. Figuring out how to do something new myself is no big deal, I actually enjoy that, but dicking around trying to figure out how other people have done something and conforming to it just kills my productivity. Which basically sucks, because I spend an inordinate amount of time doing so. Coincidentally, by all appearances I am very, very good at it, which makes it strange that it should fuck me up as bad as it does.
Sorry guys, I don't have any good stories today.
OH WAIT, I totally do! I nearly got creamed by some idiot on my bike Saturday. I was pulling out of an alley, and some guy makes a right turn onto my street WAY too fast, pops the curb, and would've smashed the shit out of me (in my lane) if I didn't see him coming. Riding downtown sucks, man. I may look into moving someplace else when my lease is up. I'd have to figure out some kind of practice arrangements, but, well, we'll see. I'm not a suburban kind of guy, really, but you just can't live in such close quarters with people who don't act right. (says the guy who plays the drums. Heh.)