In which I dream of creating dinosaurs and winning The Ashes.
When I was little(r) I played the “when I grow up” game. I knew what I wanted to be, it was going to be fun and exciting and ever so adventurous. I would change the world! I did not sit and think “You know what, I want to be a data analyst”. It just happened that what I have is an aptitude for crunching numbers and making spreadsheets. I was never going to be a NBA basketballer so I choose the world of Excel and datasets.
I was going to be doing any number of different occupations, I had the whole world in front of me and nothing to stop me. So what happened? Continue reading “When I grow up”
In which another birthday rolls around.
Time is a strange concept, hours linger while the day flies by. A month is over in a sneeze, but a year goes forward slowly but speeds up when looking back. A calendar seems to be subject to the chronological Doppler effect, with the high pitched whine of the past echoing into the distance.
So it comes to pass that I have another birthday, but birthdays seem different now. For a start I get a card from my offspring. Getting a card with “Daddy” on is a present in itself.
What makes this quite satisfying is that I found an old post from a couple of years ago that had the following:
So here’s to looking forward to a future birthday, to when I am 40, by which time I hope to be in a job I love, be married and have kids, in a nice house by the sea.
In the space of a few years my life has changed considerably, as it always has seemed to do.
Continue reading “Another perfect birthday”
In which I learn the lesson that I need to learn my own lessons.
The induction process of any new job is tedious and dull, you sit around listening to others telling you what your job really is (as opposed to the one advertised) and get handed a pile of documents that hopefully tell you how to do it.
This is normally supplemented by hours upon hours of sitting next to someone and watching them go slowly through these documents and explain complicated concepts such as copy and paste and using the long way to save a file. You have to sit there while you scream use Ctrl+S and please learn the Alt+ESV method of pasting values. If only this style of learning wasn’t the form of education that riles me.
Continue reading “Teach yourself”