Filling my attention with the right things
Had my Friday "Beer Night" with the bro Mike tonight. It's where I go on Friday night when I don't have a date, and it's been happening a bit more regularly than i'd like lately. He's a great guy, but when we're watching Trueblood and we're both being turned on by a sex scene of epic Paquin-esque proportions, it can get a little awkward. I can't really say where my love life is going; I've been getting sporadic e-mails from a girl who's a friend-of-friends on Facebook. It's been start/stop, and I feel slightly ridiculous using an impersonal medium like it to find dates, but I've signed up for plenty of dating services in the past and this seems more...sincere.
Work today was good. My new ideas for training animations were well received, and I know I'm going in the right direction with them. Should have copied them to my server before I left today, but it was hectic; last minute changes from a borderline hysterical co-worker who needed changes done on a web page before she left on a business trip. On the plus side I still got out the door more-or-less on time. And now that the site is due for a major conversion, and I've proved my spurs with AJAX programming, they want to get me involved. Even my push for podcasting and describing it's efficiency as a background-teaching medium fell on attentive ears.
I may only be contracting for now, but I can see myself carving out a niche here. With enough practical work I can see myself moving onto pure design at the next gig *coughHARVARDcough* even if it takes longer than I expect.
On the plus side, I'm not feeling lonely anymore, or rather I feel more comfortable around the new roommates. Had a wonderful conversation with Dendra last night. She told me about her paper and I related the trials and tribulations from my date the night before (I wanted to explain my tipsiness). She was rapt, and I'd almost forgotten how well I can tell a good tale. I ended it a bit abruptly (wanted to end on a high note), and it felt like she went to her room a little too quickly afterward, but heck we were both exhausted.
Right now I want my dream job, but it feels as if I'm building it. The e-mail lockout, the dress code, are the only two things against this position (aside from it being non-permanent). Everything I do however *must* take me forwards. The beta-blockers made life so easy when I started, but now I can feel the anxiety creeping back in. Long-term, I need to lose weight. It sounds petty and shallow but I'll never be able to be comfortable in my own skin with so much of it jiggling around my middle. How long will it take? I'm not sure. Messing with my metabolism with medication puts me in uncharted waters, and I'm sailing with an old chart to begin with; 6 years of metabolitic changes make me wonder just how responsive my body will be as the long-term changes set it. We'll see.
All in all, a good night.
Work today was good. My new ideas for training animations were well received, and I know I'm going in the right direction with them. Should have copied them to my server before I left today, but it was hectic; last minute changes from a borderline hysterical co-worker who needed changes done on a web page before she left on a business trip. On the plus side I still got out the door more-or-less on time. And now that the site is due for a major conversion, and I've proved my spurs with AJAX programming, they want to get me involved. Even my push for podcasting and describing it's efficiency as a background-teaching medium fell on attentive ears.
I may only be contracting for now, but I can see myself carving out a niche here. With enough practical work I can see myself moving onto pure design at the next gig *coughHARVARDcough* even if it takes longer than I expect.
On the plus side, I'm not feeling lonely anymore, or rather I feel more comfortable around the new roommates. Had a wonderful conversation with Dendra last night. She told me about her paper and I related the trials and tribulations from my date the night before (I wanted to explain my tipsiness). She was rapt, and I'd almost forgotten how well I can tell a good tale. I ended it a bit abruptly (wanted to end on a high note), and it felt like she went to her room a little too quickly afterward, but heck we were both exhausted.
Right now I want my dream job, but it feels as if I'm building it. The e-mail lockout, the dress code, are the only two things against this position (aside from it being non-permanent). Everything I do however *must* take me forwards. The beta-blockers made life so easy when I started, but now I can feel the anxiety creeping back in. Long-term, I need to lose weight. It sounds petty and shallow but I'll never be able to be comfortable in my own skin with so much of it jiggling around my middle. How long will it take? I'm not sure. Messing with my metabolism with medication puts me in uncharted waters, and I'm sailing with an old chart to begin with; 6 years of metabolitic changes make me wonder just how responsive my body will be as the long-term changes set it. We'll see.
All in all, a good night.