It has been commented, over dinner, by a particular spouse of mine (who shall remain nameless, to ensure her privacy) that I whine a lot about a job that I seem to like far more than any of the previous four. To recap, those four involved: Doing whatever the heck I felt like at a University; making targeting systems to more accurately pick which people get blown up; backing up pr0n collections for professors; lifting heavy things.
This is true. I am way happy. It may be difficult and stressful, but in the past four weeks I’ve helped people to build four or five cluster computers and it *mattered* to them. At the end of our interactions, people walked away going “sweet! Now I get to do cool stuff with the system that Chris helped me set up!” That’s worth a lot of commuting, and a lot of computers that have been submerged in water.
In other news, I’m now the proud owner of am 8,000 BTU window mount air conditioner and a gas powered lawnmower. Zoom! Whacka Whacka Whacka!
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