Quality Assurance & Hotel California
Jeez, there is always, always something to do. This week has been just... non-stop.
I am glad it's Friday.
Today I got out of work late; since I've moved within the project to a new position, I've been so busy it's not even funny. In a way, this is good. It's been a long time since I've felt productive at work. My last position really was a joke in terms of productivity, so it's nice to once again feel useful. On the other hand, training can get exhausting sometimes... you just absorb so much information that after a while, your brain feels like shutting down.
On Wednesday I finally started performing my job for real. Regrettably, all the training I've undergone does not cover even half my duties, but it's a start. Though it still kind of sucks... but it often happens when there really isn't an official training program developed for the position. You just get thrown in and are expected to learn your way as you go along. What's making it even harder is that I work in a team where one person is relatively new, so there is only so much she can tell me, the other person has been there for a while, but getting information out of her is like pulling teeth, so after a while I feel like I'm annoying her 'cuz I keep asking her stuff, and the person who REALLY knows everything works in an entirely different floor. However, I am managing, all things considered. Besides the training I'm receiving at work, I also bought a couple of books related to my job that I am reading on my own time to get a better understanding of what I'm testing. One book is over 1000 pages, and the other is about three hundred pages. I'm reading at least two chapters a day, right after work, so... even more information to bombard my brain with. Ever since I started working there, I've been crashing at 8-9pm every night like a total granny... jeez.
I'm a Quality Assurance Specialist now... free from my language-driven career-field at last. Now I get to make sure that this ginormous database is working as expected, as well as the software interface that the database is accessed through. Generally, this kind of job is considered to be very boring, but for people that are very good at noticing errors, paying attention to details, testing the hell out of things to make sure they work as they are supposed to, and are very thorough about everything, this is sort of a match made in heaven.
Additionally, as a Quality Assurance person, you're also the one that all the system engineers and software developers hate because, technically speaking, nobody likes being told their shit is wrong, especially after you've spent days and even weeks writing some fancy code for some software, etc. LOL... in fact, as soon as I started working there, everyone pretty much told me "people are going to hate you pretty soon, so get used to it." =____= great. Oh, well, if it pays the bills... so be it. ^_^;;
Yesterday and today, however, I've been taking a break from the massive books I'm reading, and instead I've been writing fanfiction. I was really shocked with how agreeable my mojo's been these last couple of days. That's not to say that the story I'm writing right now (yes, something completely new... I know... as if I don't already have enough in-progress crap!) is absolutely amazing. In fact, this story is intended to be just some light reading, so maybe that's why it's coming along so easily. I'm hoping to get it done before the month's out, but as always, I don't recommend anyone to hold their breath.
Anyway, the real reason why I'm writing this entry is because when I was having dinner, Hotel California began playing.
That is one great song.
It suddenly reminded me of my dad... not because he is still in California, or because he ever lived the fast life (as the lyrics explain), but because he was the one who taught me how to appreciate classic rock. He's a really big fan, and when I was younger and we'd be driving around in some random California highway, he'd always play his classic rock collection and crank up the volume. I'm not very close to my dad, so this is one of the very few fond memories I have of him. Thinking about it in retrospect, perhaps the reason I'm not close to him is because I'm a lot like him--or so I keep being told--which really kind of annoys me because there are a million and a half traits in my dad's personality that drive me crazy, but I guess it can't be helped. Perhaps this is because we're so alike, and, well... have you ever heard the saying that if you knew someone that was EXACTLY like you, you'd probably couldn't stand to be in the same room? Yep... you catch my drift.
But anyway, going back to classic rock... another thing my dad used to often do when I was still young and lived with him in California was wake up at some God-awful hour early in the morning, and, once again, crank up the radio with some classic rock. It was his own retarded way of saying "Good morning, get the hell up!" Gaaaawd, we used to all hate it! Sometimes we just ignored him, or at least I did, throwing the pillow over my head and attempting to go back to sleep with very little success. Eventually I'd drag my ass out of bed and go downstairs only to find that it wasn't just some random CD he'd popped in the radio, but VH1 Classic that he was watching, feeding the sound from them music videos to his massive entertainment center. lol... that was a typical Saturday morning at home. Good ol' days, I guess, haha.
At any rate, listening to Hotel California gave me the urge to find the video, and surprisingly I couldn't find it in YouTube. Thankfully, that's what Google is for! ^_^
hotel california (original version)
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I am glad it's Friday.
Today I got out of work late; since I've moved within the project to a new position, I've been so busy it's not even funny. In a way, this is good. It's been a long time since I've felt productive at work. My last position really was a joke in terms of productivity, so it's nice to once again feel useful. On the other hand, training can get exhausting sometimes... you just absorb so much information that after a while, your brain feels like shutting down.
On Wednesday I finally started performing my job for real. Regrettably, all the training I've undergone does not cover even half my duties, but it's a start. Though it still kind of sucks... but it often happens when there really isn't an official training program developed for the position. You just get thrown in and are expected to learn your way as you go along. What's making it even harder is that I work in a team where one person is relatively new, so there is only so much she can tell me, the other person has been there for a while, but getting information out of her is like pulling teeth, so after a while I feel like I'm annoying her 'cuz I keep asking her stuff, and the person who REALLY knows everything works in an entirely different floor. However, I am managing, all things considered. Besides the training I'm receiving at work, I also bought a couple of books related to my job that I am reading on my own time to get a better understanding of what I'm testing. One book is over 1000 pages, and the other is about three hundred pages. I'm reading at least two chapters a day, right after work, so... even more information to bombard my brain with. Ever since I started working there, I've been crashing at 8-9pm every night like a total granny... jeez.
I'm a Quality Assurance Specialist now... free from my language-driven career-field at last. Now I get to make sure that this ginormous database is working as expected, as well as the software interface that the database is accessed through. Generally, this kind of job is considered to be very boring, but for people that are very good at noticing errors, paying attention to details, testing the hell out of things to make sure they work as they are supposed to, and are very thorough about everything, this is sort of a match made in heaven.
Additionally, as a Quality Assurance person, you're also the one that all the system engineers and software developers hate because, technically speaking, nobody likes being told their shit is wrong, especially after you've spent days and even weeks writing some fancy code for some software, etc. LOL... in fact, as soon as I started working there, everyone pretty much told me "people are going to hate you pretty soon, so get used to it." =____= great. Oh, well, if it pays the bills... so be it. ^_^;;
Yesterday and today, however, I've been taking a break from the massive books I'm reading, and instead I've been writing fanfiction. I was really shocked with how agreeable my mojo's been these last couple of days. That's not to say that the story I'm writing right now (yes, something completely new... I know... as if I don't already have enough in-progress crap!) is absolutely amazing. In fact, this story is intended to be just some light reading, so maybe that's why it's coming along so easily. I'm hoping to get it done before the month's out, but as always, I don't recommend anyone to hold their breath.
Anyway, the real reason why I'm writing this entry is because when I was having dinner, Hotel California began playing.
That is one great song.
It suddenly reminded me of my dad... not because he is still in California, or because he ever lived the fast life (as the lyrics explain), but because he was the one who taught me how to appreciate classic rock. He's a really big fan, and when I was younger and we'd be driving around in some random California highway, he'd always play his classic rock collection and crank up the volume. I'm not very close to my dad, so this is one of the very few fond memories I have of him. Thinking about it in retrospect, perhaps the reason I'm not close to him is because I'm a lot like him--or so I keep being told--which really kind of annoys me because there are a million and a half traits in my dad's personality that drive me crazy, but I guess it can't be helped. Perhaps this is because we're so alike, and, well... have you ever heard the saying that if you knew someone that was EXACTLY like you, you'd probably couldn't stand to be in the same room? Yep... you catch my drift.
But anyway, going back to classic rock... another thing my dad used to often do when I was still young and lived with him in California was wake up at some God-awful hour early in the morning, and, once again, crank up the radio with some classic rock. It was his own retarded way of saying "Good morning, get the hell up!" Gaaaawd, we used to all hate it! Sometimes we just ignored him, or at least I did, throwing the pillow over my head and attempting to go back to sleep with very little success. Eventually I'd drag my ass out of bed and go downstairs only to find that it wasn't just some random CD he'd popped in the radio, but VH1 Classic that he was watching, feeding the sound from them music videos to his massive entertainment center. lol... that was a typical Saturday morning at home. Good ol' days, I guess, haha.
At any rate, listening to Hotel California gave me the urge to find the video, and surprisingly I couldn't find it in YouTube. Thankfully, that's what Google is for! ^_^
hotel california (original version)
Tags: hotel california (original version)