Dodgy

You know, sometimes I wonder why I'm cheerful when I am. I mean, it's obvious why I'm not when I'm not. If that makes any sense.

Working: I'm busy all day, doing some classwork by night, weekends I try to sleep and relax and not do much of anything to balance it all out.

Unemployed: No cash to do anything, wind up not doing much of anything to keep costs down and concentrate on looking for work.

Slight exaggerations. But time seems to be going by super fast in retrospect and creepily crawling when I'm living it, particularly at work. I wonder if my perception of time is out of whack. Maybe I've got some kind of brain disease!

Er, some OTHER type of brain disease.

I am getting stuff to do at work. It's slam-down the hardest thing I've ever seen in my life. This thing's got 120 database tables for a product I can do in about 15 or so. And that's perhaps the spec that might make sense, there are other specs that are all weird in why they are overly complicated.

And then I realize where the business conflicts with the art. The more complicated it is the harder and more discouraging it is to someone like me. The people who made the software essentially guard their code to prevent people (like me) reverse engineering it by dotting it around with a bunch of psychological bombs. Plus since more complex systems are prone to problems, the vendor also makes money on the back end servicing things and making sure whatever upgrades they want get produced by the original company.

Clever clever.

Well, I can do it... didn't say I couldn't. It's just a monumental pain in the ass, particularly when everyone above you doesn't know dick about technology so they expect things to just happen. Magically. With sparkles.

Oh well. At least I've got something to do while at work.

Anyway, tonight I'm getting stinking drunk. Dirty stinking drunk. I'd invite you all, but, pfft, nah.