first, last, and in between
Jul. 12th, 2006 12:03 amLast day at Hyperboy. They seemed sad to see me go, I think they realize all too well how hard it's going to be to get where they're going without more good developers. I'm real happy with the work I did there, it was cool to go to the site as a user tonight and watch my code in action. Hopefully their launch will go well, they'll suddenly have scads of investor money, and hire me back at twice the pay. Or something like that.
Of course, since today I started feeling like part of the team and tackling big projects, I had to go home and not come back for a while. But that's OK, as I have a job waiting for me in Italia - that great art won't take pictures of itself, you know!
Speaking of pictures, my A540 should arrive tomorrow. (Thanks, cool relatives giving me graduation money!) I'm about to find myself buried in photos, and expect to get all too familiar with Picasa and Flickr. I'm alternately excited and terrified. I love taking photos, but organizing and collecting them is tiresome business. Definitely one of the really unsolved problems in applications.
I keep reminding myself that I don't have to get up for work tomorrow, then getting really stressed when I remember why, and that I'll be packing instead. This stuff really sneaks up on you. I hope that I can release myself from the obligation to do everything right.
Of course, since today I started feeling like part of the team and tackling big projects, I had to go home and not come back for a while. But that's OK, as I have a job waiting for me in Italia - that great art won't take pictures of itself, you know!
Speaking of pictures, my A540 should arrive tomorrow. (Thanks, cool relatives giving me graduation money!) I'm about to find myself buried in photos, and expect to get all too familiar with Picasa and Flickr. I'm alternately excited and terrified. I love taking photos, but organizing and collecting them is tiresome business. Definitely one of the really unsolved problems in applications.
I keep reminding myself that I don't have to get up for work tomorrow, then getting really stressed when I remember why, and that I'll be packing instead. This stuff really sneaks up on you. I hope that I can release myself from the obligation to do everything right.