Transplanted Life
Saturday, January 15, 2005
 
Friggin' technology
As chief of the apartment's IT department, I hereby ban Maureen from using anything electronic outside the kitchen. She forwards me something innocuous which somehow melts down both our computers. She tried to help by leaving me a note on the fridge after her crashed, but, of course, but I'm such an internet addict that the first thing I do when I get in is turn on my computer. That and this thing takes ten or fifteen minutes to boot up (which in and of itself isn't a good sign), so I have to get it started well ahead of when I intend to do anything.

I'd probably be better off doing a FORMAT C:, but Mo had stuff she didn't want to lose, so... I mean, that's just what I want to do after getting out of work. More trying to fix someone else's computer. It's silly, since I often spend a few hours on the internet after work anyway, but work in one's free time just stinks.

Of course, I remember a time when I liked working with computers enough that I did do computer stuff in my off-hours. And not just surfing the net, that's just using the thing, as opposed to doing something which has the computer as the point of the exercise. Natalie's got a box somewhere in Seattle with books on Java and SQL Server and even .NET that I bought without prompting from work - although the last was more about finding work than recreation.

But that's not happening so much any more. Sure, when I write an entry in this, I do the HTML directly rather than use the WYSIWYG interface. But when I go through the computer section in a bookstore, I'm not really tempted to browse much any more. I find I enjoy the actual writing process a lot more than the technical stuff to do it, which is kind of unexpected. I mentioned it to Maggie, and she brings up the whole guys-doing-math and girls-doing-verbal thing. Like she's one to talk - she always liked the 'rithmatic better than the readin' and writin' to the point where she's got lousy penmanship. Okay, she says, maybe it's just different brains. Maybe writing words is just easier than writing code for me now.

I wonder if there's something to it. I was happy to get this job because it would allow me to use my tech skills, and I like the job. But I'm kind of wondering whether it's what I want to do with the rest of my life anymore.

-Martina
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Like she's one to talk - she always liked the 'rithmatic better than the readin' and writin' to the point where she's got lousy penmanship. Okay, she says, maybe it's just different brains. Maybe writing words is just easier than writing code for me now.

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