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From a programming perspective, I don't imagine that the errors I've been dealing with all week are really a screaming case of 'they can't test blah blah'. The credit processing code is extremely scalable, it is also capable of database torture heretofor not seen except by a few, and even then there were shortcuts--so considering the fact that thye're attempting some new stuff (and doing it with conciousness of backwards compatibility and other old hat), I'd imagine they had an attitude after a certain point akin to the way I code javascript: "Great it works! Now I'm so fed up trying to get this shit to work at all that I'm now going to move on to getting everything else working; and later I'll put in the standard compatibility crap--but so help me I'm not fucking with this one second more".
I'm enjoying myself, but I'm not sure all the time if I'm engaging in an enjoyable activity.
There's no question that this going to get better, and what's there is worth doing, to a certain extent. But there are a variety of odd occurances which, when taken in stride over and over again make the game appear very simple-minded.
So in the world outside of work, I guess we are supposed to make our own fun?
I think so. I also think that fun will be handed to us. I also think that if I really didn't like it, I could always quit, so sitting around and bitching is not an option. The truth? I only think about the negative when I've just managed to make myself depressed by not taking up offers of fun generated by flipping from socialoholic to sociophobic (often by my own stupidity), so I don't take them as overwhelming in any sense.
The current state of my mind is directly attributeable to watching too many fantasy movies such as Harry Potter and The Lord Of The Rings. The movies, which by their nature of non-participatory voyeurism, took from me the carefully built of scars of utter disappointment and dramatic hatred for life which had shielded me from an utter lack of interest in anything I did, and reopened the wounds of fantasy. I know now why these movies are so popular, and it is simply put, because the author of the original books is in fact the devil.
At once beguiling you with glorious tales of a youth which no one has had, and taking away whatever defence you had developed to cope with the youth you had instead.
I'm enjoying myself, but I'm not sure all the time if I'm engaging in an enjoyable activity.
There's no question that this going to get better, and what's there is worth doing, to a certain extent. But there are a variety of odd occurances which, when taken in stride over and over again make the game appear very simple-minded.
So in the world outside of work, I guess we are supposed to make our own fun?
I think so. I also think that fun will be handed to us. I also think that if I really didn't like it, I could always quit, so sitting around and bitching is not an option. The truth? I only think about the negative when I've just managed to make myself depressed by not taking up offers of fun generated by flipping from socialoholic to sociophobic (often by my own stupidity), so I don't take them as overwhelming in any sense.
The current state of my mind is directly attributeable to watching too many fantasy movies such as Harry Potter and The Lord Of The Rings. The movies, which by their nature of non-participatory voyeurism, took from me the carefully built of scars of utter disappointment and dramatic hatred for life which had shielded me from an utter lack of interest in anything I did, and reopened the wounds of fantasy. I know now why these movies are so popular, and it is simply put, because the author of the original books is in fact the devil.
At once beguiling you with glorious tales of a youth which no one has had, and taking away whatever defence you had developed to cope with the youth you had instead.
