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Slowly Waking Up.
Nov. 14th, 2006 02:32 amDoing that bit of shifting my hours around, as necessitated by that stupid nightmare on Sunday. Accordingly I went to sleep around 1:30 pm on Monday, and woke up just after midnight. I've spent the time since drinking coffee and slowly letting my brain get itself up to speed again.
Just now, I was sitting her in the dark of my office, with the only light source being my monitor and the blinkin' lights on all the computers, drinking some green tea and eating breakfast when I suddenly felt this enormous rush of well-being.
For some reason, right now I'm feeling really really good. This sensation has happened to me in the past, and I often associate it with working late into the night on some sort of computer project. I've certainly spent many pre-dawn hours hunched over some piece of code, focussed on trying to get it to work and although I am loathe to admit this to most potential bosses, I often really enjoy that aspect of things. The quiet of the building when no one else is active. The gentle glow of the monitors once the hideous overhead florescent lights have been extinguished. The act of creation in putting thoughts into written expression, testing them, and improving upon the results.
I don't miss the idiotic deadlines or the insistence upon provably broken bits of methodology, or the strange disconnect that makes some bosses think that you can be at the office and productive from 9-5, even when they've asked you to stay at work till 3:00 am the night before. And the night before that one, and the one before that.
What I need then, obviously, is a job that involves that first part of things, the part I love, without the second part, the part I hate. Then again, I suppose that's all anyone really needs: a job being productive doing something they love. Its a shame they're so rare.
Just now, I was sitting her in the dark of my office, with the only light source being my monitor and the blinkin' lights on all the computers, drinking some green tea and eating breakfast when I suddenly felt this enormous rush of well-being.
For some reason, right now I'm feeling really really good. This sensation has happened to me in the past, and I often associate it with working late into the night on some sort of computer project. I've certainly spent many pre-dawn hours hunched over some piece of code, focussed on trying to get it to work and although I am loathe to admit this to most potential bosses, I often really enjoy that aspect of things. The quiet of the building when no one else is active. The gentle glow of the monitors once the hideous overhead florescent lights have been extinguished. The act of creation in putting thoughts into written expression, testing them, and improving upon the results.
I don't miss the idiotic deadlines or the insistence upon provably broken bits of methodology, or the strange disconnect that makes some bosses think that you can be at the office and productive from 9-5, even when they've asked you to stay at work till 3:00 am the night before. And the night before that one, and the one before that.
What I need then, obviously, is a job that involves that first part of things, the part I love, without the second part, the part I hate. Then again, I suppose that's all anyone really needs: a job being productive doing something they love. Its a shame they're so rare.
