"Cathy, I'm lost, I said, although I knew she was sleeping"
Some nights I just stay up too late. Tonight is one of them. It's 5:35 AM as
I write this and it's not late, it's early. For most of the rest of you, up at
this time it's either normal or you are just waking up. I'm just thinking about
sleep. I'm sitting here with Dog(tm) next to me, he's sleeping, soundly, as he
seems to do in any situation. Dogs do that.
I was up all night writing code, fixing things, not with this site, although
I checked in, just writing code for use for later and maintaining other sites
that I maintain. I spent most of the night counseling someone who was not as
good a coder as I code logic and suggestions on how to approach a programming
I spend many nights like this. Why?
I write code. This is what I do well, in any language, any database, any
scripting language, that's what I do. I like it, in a sick way. I'll stay up at
all hours exploring why some programming languages behave the way they do to
find out more. My art is becoming outsourced faster than the federal deficit is
being fucked over. I'll be out of a job in a few weeks actually because of
a buyout by METlife. Oh well.
I may move on, I may not. I've come to expect the inevitable layoff in the
consulting world as normal. I used to be able to hold a position for years, now
it's a few months at a time, if that. Not that I don't do a good job for those I
work for, I do, but I just work a tenuous job now , tending on projects that
teeter on the fine line of corporate divorces and financial breakups. Sad
really, thinking that nothing I work on will ever be used for more than a
corporate takeover. I'm a bit sick of all that crap.