well shit
Yesterday, I watched 1am happen twice. It's not that I haven't stayed up for the time change before, it's just that this is the first time I've gotten paid for it. Bonus: Was at work ten hours and still had work left over.
Today? Today I arrived at work just before midnight, left around 1:45pm. I've been in this job for about nine months, I just got in my new hire orientation today. Yeah, I know.
There's a customer in Europe who tends to run into very interesting (read horrible and complicated) problems frequently, and has essentially adopted me as their engineer. They've had a slow-motion explosion over the past two weeks I've been working on, and it just hit critical mass today. This turned into a situation where I was jogging from orientation to my desk during breaks so I could check in with sales and the customer and logistics managers and my boss and hardware analysts and . . . then run flat out back to the conference room a few minutes late. Again.
I think I just about got everything covered by the time the UK went to bed.
I should note - the more this company enables my workaholic streak, the more I love it. This is probably bad. Also, it seems I was awake long enough that I can't sleep now. There are many words for this, all offensive.
I think I know what I wanna do when I grow up, but I wanna sleep on it first. Next step until then: develop a life outside of work again. Eesh.
Today? Today I arrived at work just before midnight, left around 1:45pm. I've been in this job for about nine months, I just got in my new hire orientation today. Yeah, I know.
There's a customer in Europe who tends to run into very interesting (read horrible and complicated) problems frequently, and has essentially adopted me as their engineer. They've had a slow-motion explosion over the past two weeks I've been working on, and it just hit critical mass today. This turned into a situation where I was jogging from orientation to my desk during breaks so I could check in with sales and the customer and logistics managers and my boss and hardware analysts and . . . then run flat out back to the conference room a few minutes late. Again.
I think I just about got everything covered by the time the UK went to bed.
I should note - the more this company enables my workaholic streak, the more I love it. This is probably bad. Also, it seems I was awake long enough that I can't sleep now. There are many words for this, all offensive.
I think I know what I wanna do when I grow up, but I wanna sleep on it first. Next step until then: develop a life outside of work again. Eesh.