The race was cancelled on Sunday due to the forecast snow which did start to fall late on Saturday. I was kinda hoping it wouldn't because I was looking forward to the trip down, the evening and the run I guess the most. Ended up in, most of Sunday. Bought a box set of movies and a game and played through them all by Sunday evening.
There was a point where I glanced out the window down at the street and saw the icing-sugar coating that the snow had made of the scene I saw out there. Very Festive, I guess - two months out though for Christmas.
I woke up in the middle of the night on Saturday with a sudden whirlwind of thought about someone else's programming problem I was looking into late on Friday. We stayed late at work, I was there until 23:00 testing a fix I had implemented 2 days before. It was kinda nice not to be chased to finish like most were.
Today I was caught unaware by my previous seemingly innocent bliss as it appeared that my work on Friday caused a problem. So I was now stressed and feverishly worked to understand how possibly I could have caused this. I worked the whole day on this and finally in a loosing battle teamed up with my manager and we found the problem so far removed from me i nearly cried in agony for my troubles. So as it happened I got my stress - I guess it needed to counteract the work-stress-release balance in the world. I left work feeling rather outdone and very victimised as I sulked to myself in whispered subliminal undertones as I listened to my colleague speak while walking to the train station.
I got my Java book I ordered today. it was pristine. I like that. can't wait to study it - I like the way this particular book outlines the methods and thinking processes around abstracting ideas into objects by a term commonly known by us programmers as object orientated programming or OOP for short. I read it first as a boy at the back of my parents car on a trip down to the Cape. It's amazing how much I can still remember about that book.
I'm reading Atlas Shrugged, Zen and the art of motorcycle Maintenance and God knows. Enjoying the time well spent.
There was a point where I glanced out the window down at the street and saw the icing-sugar coating that the snow had made of the scene I saw out there. Very Festive, I guess - two months out though for Christmas.
I woke up in the middle of the night on Saturday with a sudden whirlwind of thought about someone else's programming problem I was looking into late on Friday. We stayed late at work, I was there until 23:00 testing a fix I had implemented 2 days before. It was kinda nice not to be chased to finish like most were.
Today I was caught unaware by my previous seemingly innocent bliss as it appeared that my work on Friday caused a problem. So I was now stressed and feverishly worked to understand how possibly I could have caused this. I worked the whole day on this and finally in a loosing battle teamed up with my manager and we found the problem so far removed from me i nearly cried in agony for my troubles. So as it happened I got my stress - I guess it needed to counteract the work-stress-release balance in the world. I left work feeling rather outdone and very victimised as I sulked to myself in whispered subliminal undertones as I listened to my colleague speak while walking to the train station.
I got my Java book I ordered today. it was pristine. I like that. can't wait to study it - I like the way this particular book outlines the methods and thinking processes around abstracting ideas into objects by a term commonly known by us programmers as object orientated programming or OOP for short. I read it first as a boy at the back of my parents car on a trip down to the Cape. It's amazing how much I can still remember about that book.
I'm reading Atlas Shrugged, Zen and the art of motorcycle Maintenance and God knows. Enjoying the time well spent.