I have to write another 500 words today? It seemed like when I was in school, I could write five hundred words between classes – it was just something to do. But it's been a long time since I've really sat down and written. Except computer code, but that's hardly the same thing.
I don't know what they expect to learn about me from this. I mean, I'm just going to write about whatever comes to mind that I think won't get people in trouble. I mean, I'm not going to write anything too personal about anybody. I'm just not sure what I should write about.
Work today was boring. All the installs were way too easy. I just went in, installed Windows, set up a firewall, and left. Or put the TV up on the wall and connected a few cables. It's all so easy. I don't know why people can't do them on their own.
I miss the days of interesting linux dual-boot installs or slammer worm corrections. The virus writers have gotten lazy and boring. Spam is the worst problem I face, but there's little I can do about it. Nobody likes a white-list solution, so I just help them set up their filters best I can. Nobody really is interested in solving the problem. They just want to minimize its impact on them.
Data recovery is something else I do that used to be more difficult. The modern systems just make it so easy. Everything at Buy More is easy. I wish it could be interesting and challenging. At the same time, it's nice to have something I'm good at doing. With everything else going in my life, retreating into the boring, trivial world of computer repair sometimes feels nice.
But a day like today just dragged on and on and on and on. Installs, ridiculous traffic, sitting at the desk – it took forever and it never really accomplished anything. Nothing there ever really seems to change. Assistant anagers come and go. Customers come and go. But nothing ever changes.
For a while, I loved that nothing changed. Now, again, it provides a sort of comfort, I guess, but some days take forever. I mean, Ellie and Awesome are out there saving lives. They never have to wonder if they're making a difference. And Morgan, well, he doesn't seem to care whether he makes a difference. As long as he gets sandwiches and plenty of time to play, he's happy. That's a wonderful life, I guess, but I don't think it's the life for me.
That's probably why my five-year plan never worked out so well. If you're exactly sure where you're trying to get to, planning out the route is impossible. Of course, now everything has changed. If I thought I was confused before, that threw another huge wrench into the works. Now, it seems like some things are just in an endless holding pattern. And other things just move too fast for me.