I started to write a Facebook post, then I realized I was cramming my life’s story into it. Relocated this whole thing here so I can amass a giant TL;DR.
Here’s some updates, organized by category. Because organization is the best
The Small Move
I’m moving in 12 days. I found a little place in downtown Minden, right around the corner from the park. My landlords are two very cool people, we’ve had a lot of funny conversations as we’ve sorted out the details.
As a result of the move, my house has descended into minor chaos. Boxes everywhere. I figured since I’m on a roll, I’m purging as well. The sheer amount of crap I’m getting rid of is making me worry that I’m on the path to hoarderdom. Time to put a stop to that. In my defense, it appears most of my hoarding is centered around technology. I have an impressive collection of USB cables.
The New Dog
Jack didn’t quite work out at my sister’s house, so I decided to take him back. It’s been an interesting couple of months with him. First of all, Spot’s immediate response to Jack was “WTF IS THIS SHIT”, followed by cowering, hissing, growling, and hiding. Recently they reached a truce. Jack avoids Spot and Spot controls everything. I invested in some dog training, and I’ve gotten the little guy under control. More or less. It’s also nice having him around on those nights I hear random crashing in the backyard. My status as a Crazy Cat Lady has been dispelled.
Last October I started dating this guy Todd. Things were going well. Make it official on Facebook, check. Do everything together, check. Bring him to meet the family, check. Talk about moving in together someday, check. Sudden announcement from him that he wants to end the relationship and just be friends: what?
I can’t speak to what was going on in his head. From my perspective, everything was wonderful and I was happy-in-love. I didn’t see that one coming (that tends to be a pattern with me when I truly invest myself in someone). I’ve suffered through the broken heart and all the post-relationship misery. I suppose in some ways I’m still miserable, because for the life of me I just can’t figure out why it all happened that way. I suppose it’s been on my mind a lot as of late because I have a small pile of things that I need to get back to him, but I haven’t had the courage to go and drop them off on his front door. Any volunteers?
I can’t say I learned anything valuable from the experience with Todd. The lessons I’m trying to avoid are the usual bitter ones: Don’t trust anyone, be careful, maybe I’m meant to be alone. I think I’m more grown up than that. So I’ll just keep going until I run into the next guy unfortunate enough to want to date me.
Carter is Out of Commission
First off, Carter is the name of my giant Dell XPS I bought around 6 years ago. Yes I name my my technology. Even worse, I name them after Stargate SG-1 characters (Daniel, Carter, O’Neill, Hammond, and Teal’c for my VMs).
Anyway, Carter has chugged along doing her thing for 6 years now. When I bought her, she was bleeding edge: Quad core, 4 gigs of ram, GeForce 8800 GTX video card. Since I’ve had her, I’ve doubled the ram, replaced the 10k RPM Raid 0 with SSDs, and kept her happy with nice monitors, peripherals, and an air can to keep her cat hair free. And she kept me happy by running along without so much of a blip. Until last week.
Suddenly, Carter wasn’t so happy. Constantly locking up. Sometimes getting stuck at the BIOS during bootup. After running some memory tests and verifying my SSDs weren’t taking a dump, I came to the realization something had gone horribly awry with one of her underpinning components, likely the motherboard. She runs still, but only for about 20 minutes before she locks up dies.
Since my expertise in diagnosing motherboard, video card, and power issues is nil, I’m going to take her to a repair shop and see if she’s salvageable. I’m hoping a small fix will get her back in shape and I can turn her into a media server. Otherwise, she may be sent off to be recycled. I hope she can be fixed. She’s seen me through the later years of my UT2K4 obsession, and through my newly acquired love of Left 4 Dead. I has a sad.
My first year at my job was tumultuous. I had never been a project manager before, and I certainly was not prepared for it. I made a lot of mistakes. I learned a lot of things about managing projects from a non-lead standpoint. Towards the end of last year when I hit my one-year anniversary, I began to reconsider my decision to move away from development Just managing projects wasn’t making me happy. I was busy, but I didn’t feel challenged and I really hated that. If there’s one thing I know about me, it’s that I must have something to solve. Be it writing some new function to do something super amazing cool, or integrating new data into a database. There are no puzzles to solve in project management, at least – not the type of puzzles I like. I won’t lie: I started looking at getting back into data warehousing. I had a letter drafted to my old job. I was studying the latest and greatest data warehouse technology. I was even willing to abandon my Gardnerville hideout and move back to a city. I felt as if I was losing my edge, and I didn’t want to give it up yet.
Then we had reorganization at work, and suddenly there was opportunity. I got access to the databases, and I am now allowed to work with some code. More importantly, I am learning new things. I don’t ever expect to become a full time developer where I work, because the collection of geniuses there are way out of my league. I just hope to to be able to help out where I can with what I know, and maybe learn a few things along the way.
If I’m lucky, my next note about work is will confirm the hope I’m feeling now.
So that’s what’s been going on in a nutshell. Oh, I am still playing in orchestras. Didn’t win the audition, but I’m so glad I did it. Totally worth it. Life is good.
If you made it this far down the page, YOU WIN….something.