Month: December 2013

About to go out to brunch. Have enjoyed my time off, but still have a few more days. Am I recharged? I don’t know.
One of my colleagues posted this drivel about how one of the keys to success was not even looking at your email while you’re “off.” Along with working out, physically, during your lunch hour.
The corollary? If you can take more than a couple of days’ break without your input being missed, your input probably wasn’t that important in the first place. Just a hunch.
I do look at my email. I do answer the telephone. If that’ll make me unsuccessful in my career at a big company, I’m okay with that. I care more about being a good person able to look at himself in the mirror than I do about a fancy resume.
I also care a lot about putting out quality work — that makes me a liability; I’m pushing back.
But enough of that for now. There’s football I need to watch. The Failcons are doing what they do at halftime. Pfft.

About to go out to brunch. Have enjoyed my time off, but still have a few more days. Am I recharged? I don’t know.

One of my colleagues posted this drivel about how one of the keys to success was not even looking at your email while you’re “off.” Along with working out, physically, during your lunch hour.

The corollary? If you can take more than a couple of days’ break without your input being missed, your input probably wasn’t that important in the first place. Just a hunch.

I do look at my email. I do answer the telephone. If that’ll make me unsuccessful in my career at a big company, I’m okay with that. I care more about being a good person able to look at himself in the mirror than I do about a fancy resume.

I also care a lot about putting out quality work — that makes me a liability; I’m pushing back.

But enough of that for now. There’s football I need to watch. The Failcons are doing what they do at halftime. Pfft.

I am when it comes to writing. It’s a combination of a paucity of available time, combined with unfamiliarity with my new tools. If I was getting paid to write, I’d probably be more attentive to it, but….

Money does enter the equation. I will never be satisfied delivering something that is of poor quality just so that I can get paid, especially when I do understand what good quality is. I will deliver something that’s not up to my standards if it meets the needs of those to whom it’s actually delivered.

Splitting hairs, perhaps. Maybe there’s some letters after my name I could buy that’d teach me to get over it.

On a somewhat related note, big media is reporting that RSA took payment to keep inferior products insecure. But it costs a lot so it must be goot! *sigh*

What can you say? Better products and methods are out there, but they don’t buy the colored shirts with white collars, pay the rental note from the bank, etc..

And God forbid someone actually spend the time and money engineering something different, better. Can’t have that.

“You’re pushing back.”

This, like the past several, has been a rather trying week.

Previously, I’ve written copiously about how doing the wrong thing faster doesn’t suddenly make it the right thing.

I’m still seeing a lot of that. But buying additional letters after the doers’ names makes it more better, right?

I really don’t think there’s a way to fix this situation cleanly. I do admire some of the dedication I’ve seen with people I’m working with; others aren’t worth the C-4 it’d take to blow them up. It is what it is.

Speaking of that, in light of this evening’s game, Go Army!

Other stuff….

HR Geeks bordered on epic failure with the movement to Norfolk. I did like the food at Belmont, and would have spent more, but they didn’t have any lids for the growler of beer I ordered. *sigh*

My wife is registered for classes during the spring semester at ODU. Was kind of strange being at the transfer orientation in among a bunch of parents, many of whom were worried about their kids gettin’ it on (both voluntarily and involuntarily), snooping on grades, etc. I think I may have been the only spouse in the crowd.

Do I have a point with this entry? Not really, but then my blog sucks. I just need to get back into the swing of writing; it’s always been something cathartic for me.

I have been since the end of NoJoMo. Perhaps I’m spent. Who knows?

I think one thing I have learned as I get older is that you don’t want to get caught pontificating about things you don’t understand. This is especially true when you’re dealing with people who are more knowledgable than you.

Do I judge/ Yes. Do I change my mind? Yes, if new evidence comes to light.

Maybe I don’t have the salesman’s flair to persist in being wrong.

Personality flaw, I suppose.