Wednesday, March 09
The chance for a new beginning in your career might come your way today, dear Pisces. The catch: it'll require a lot of work, and an expenditure of much of your physical energy in a very short period of time. As a result, you may feel intimidated and tempted to pass it up. Before doing this, however, consider: do you want to continue indefinitely as you are now? The change of pace might be worth a few hectic days. Think about it!
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um, ok. If I must. I did see this coming though, so for once my horrorscope actually relates.
The guys at work are looking at this mountain of work looming on the horizon, and then looking at the solitary little programmer: me.
They are concerned that it is unrealistic to assume that I am going to be able to handle the amount of jobs coming my way, and the way things have been being done thus far leads me to believe that they could be almost correct.
It's too defeatist to fully agree with them, and I have been doing this long enough to recognize that there inside the volumes of code and graphics that I kick out on a daily basis -- hides the ectomorphic skeleton of an automation system.
Kinda strange, considering my job is engineering automation systems.
Some of the most time consuming stuff I do can be rather repetative from job to job, and I have been working on an idea that will greatly increase the speed at which I do this stuff.
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He peels back the carpet revealing a small square hatch leading down to the cellar. The white smoke of dry ice billows up and around his feet as he opens that hatch.
he begins the descent.
** Evil echoing laugh **
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Time to build my automation system automator.
oh yeah, and on a completely unrelated note. When I was out walking Morgan last night I was thinking about -- well, things. Not really concentrating on any one thing in particular but I was certainly thinking about those fucking zombies again. The ones that have been crawling to the surface that I have thus far refused to face.
Then, in horror, I realized that in a way, I did just write that story out without really writing that story out. I am totally amazed by the human brain sometimes.
The black thrashing of the feathers on Sunday morning that prompted me to flee the apartment with book in hand ended up creating that pica the magpie recollection in those pages which I transcribed to my journal as the badlands memory.
(runon sentence, so sue me.... I am rushing here, glancing down at the clock in the bottom right corner, knowing I should already be in the shower)....
I have been feeling that black thrash for a while now, and in an attempt to exorcise it out, the only writing I could come up with wasn't the story I was thinking of at all. It was some long ago memory of yanking a baby from it's nest.
Avoidance.
Then I realized last night: in actuality, the story I am not telling is pretty much the story I just told. Names, dates and characters had changed, but oh my god it's so the same.
I'll tell it. You won't like me anymore after I do (if you even like me now.) But it must be told. it's the key.
The chance for a new beginning in your career might come your way today, dear Pisces. The catch: it'll require a lot of work, and an expenditure of much of your physical energy in a very short period of time. As a result, you may feel intimidated and tempted to pass it up. Before doing this, however, consider: do you want to continue indefinitely as you are now? The change of pace might be worth a few hectic days. Think about it!
__________________________________
um, ok. If I must. I did see this coming though, so for once my horrorscope actually relates.
The guys at work are looking at this mountain of work looming on the horizon, and then looking at the solitary little programmer: me.
They are concerned that it is unrealistic to assume that I am going to be able to handle the amount of jobs coming my way, and the way things have been being done thus far leads me to believe that they could be almost correct.
It's too defeatist to fully agree with them, and I have been doing this long enough to recognize that there inside the volumes of code and graphics that I kick out on a daily basis -- hides the ectomorphic skeleton of an automation system.
Kinda strange, considering my job is engineering automation systems.
Some of the most time consuming stuff I do can be rather repetative from job to job, and I have been working on an idea that will greatly increase the speed at which I do this stuff.
****************************************
He peels back the carpet revealing a small square hatch leading down to the cellar. The white smoke of dry ice billows up and around his feet as he opens that hatch.
he begins the descent.
** Evil echoing laugh **
****************************************
Time to build my automation system automator.
oh yeah, and on a completely unrelated note. When I was out walking Morgan last night I was thinking about -- well, things. Not really concentrating on any one thing in particular but I was certainly thinking about those fucking zombies again. The ones that have been crawling to the surface that I have thus far refused to face.
Then, in horror, I realized that in a way, I did just write that story out without really writing that story out. I am totally amazed by the human brain sometimes.
The black thrashing of the feathers on Sunday morning that prompted me to flee the apartment with book in hand ended up creating that pica the magpie recollection in those pages which I transcribed to my journal as the badlands memory.
(runon sentence, so sue me.... I am rushing here, glancing down at the clock in the bottom right corner, knowing I should already be in the shower)....
I have been feeling that black thrash for a while now, and in an attempt to exorcise it out, the only writing I could come up with wasn't the story I was thinking of at all. It was some long ago memory of yanking a baby from it's nest.
Avoidance.
Then I realized last night: in actuality, the story I am not telling is pretty much the story I just told. Names, dates and characters had changed, but oh my god it's so the same.
I'll tell it. You won't like me anymore after I do (if you even like me now.) But it must be told. it's the key.