Today has been a typical ho-hum day. I will be spending the week translating the chapter from my software product's course manual. No I am not a translator, but need has me translating stuff. A typical line that I have translated and a screen shot of what my workspace looks like:

For clarity the comment lines displayed during occurrences (in all further exercises) in the Autosequences were left out

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Funny thing was when I was studing German, they typical reaction from family was, "Do you wanna be a translator?" I would always answer, no. And now, I am a translator…

Today I have been listening to the programmers around me talking. Usually I block this out with FreshAir, Marketplace, and Deutsche Welle Radio on Real Audio. The amount of new electronic goods these men buy is formidible. I overheard one talking about how Fry's would be having a killer sale this weekend. Another talked about adding to his already exisiting two computer, three webcam, one server collection. Another co-worker spoke of his four-bedroom home with one room as an office, another used as a craft room. If amassing stuff was my goal in life, I should have been a programmer. I could then have classic gaming nights (Intellivision, Atari, Commodore 64). The depressing thing is that while smart, most of the programmers at my company just earn market average. They don't command the $100K+ salaries of the folks at Trilogy. Of course, everyone here is still employed too. People who worked at Trilogy are hawking their Jet Skis and Tacomas.

I'm not super bitter about this. I have my own indulgences—travel being prime suspect number one. So what if I've been in five foreign countries this year… Of course I was in three of those five while I was on business. Most of my wanderlust has waned since 9/11. I guess the terrorism worked. I was also planning to visit NYC. I don't really want to cash in those air vouchers and miles anymore though. I have five days of vacation (and have to take them) this quarter. Maybe a road trip to Mexico would be a good compromise. Though I feel crappy, life could be much worse. I don't have anyone that would want to go travelling anywhere though. Sigh.

Today has been a typical ho-hum day. I will be spending the week translating the chapter from my software product's course manual. No I am not a translator, but need has me translating stuff. A typical line that I have translated and a screen shot of what my workspace looks like:

For clarity the comment lines displayed during occurrences (in all further exercises) in the Autosequences were left out

[insert picture here]

Funny thing was when I was studing German, they typical reaction from family was, "Do you wanna be a translator?" I would always answer, no. And now, I am a translator…

Today I have been listening to the programmers around me talking. Usually I block this out with FreshAir, Marketplace, and Deutsche Welle Radio on Real Audio. The amount of new electronic goods these men buy is formidible. I overheard one talking about how Fry's would be having a killer sale this weekend. Another talked about adding to his already exisiting two computer, three webcam, one server collection. Another co-worker spoke of his four-bedroom home with one room as an office, another used as a craft room. If amassing stuff was my goal in life, I should have been a programmer. I could then have classic gaming nights (Intellivision, Atari, Commodore 64). The depressing thing is that while smart, most of the programmers at my company just earn market average. They don't command the $100K+ salaries of the folks at Trilogy. Of course, everyone here is still employed too. People who worked at Trilogy are hawking their Jet Skis and Tacomas.

I'm not super bitter about this. I have my own indulgences—travel being prime suspect number one. So what if I've been in five foreign countries this year… Of course I was in three of those five while I was on business. Most of my wanderlust has waned since 9/11. I guess the terrorism worked. I was also planning to visit NYC. I don't really want to cash in those air vouchers and miles anymore though. I have five days of vacation (and have to take them) this quarter. Maybe a road trip to Mexico would be a good compromise. Though I feel crappy, life could be much worse. I don't have anyone that would want to go travelling anywhere though. Sigh.

Dumb observation of the day: Pepperridge Farms Goldfish are for soup… Glorified soup crackers. Apparently Pepperridge Farms is even owned (or at least affiliated) by the Campbell Soup Company. Sadly, I thought they were for just snacking. I never associated them with putting them into my soup. Alas, since my family left the Cold South (Oklahoma), I haven't eaten a lot of soup. I grew up crushing saltines into my soup, but never Goldfish. Even though their fish-like bodies would suggest "Hey, Bryan! I love to swim! Especially in soup." How did I miss this? Why did it take me 27 years to realize this?

I just got an e-mail to attend the Node Tree Delphi Meeting. Sadly, if I went to this meeting I would spend at least an hour doodling in my notebook and trying not to fall asleep. I have tried to perfect my listening, while not really listening technique. Every once in a while they check up on me to see if I'm still alive: "You OK, Bryan?" This probably isn't a good sign.

It's probably also not a good sign that I didn't wake up until 9:30 a.m. today. Actually, I awoke at 5 a.m. Unable to fall back asleep I sat up and read my copy of "Organization for the Creative Person." I'd hoped it would put me to sleep, instead, I finished a chapter. Finally, sleepy again I crashed again, only to wake up in the state of oversleeping. Oversleeping is a curious state. While you are totally relaxed, because you haven't been pressing the snooze button for an hour, you then suddenly panic. "Should I call in sick? Shit! Why did this happen again?! I'm really screwing up. I should just call in sick… No, I'll take a shower and go in. NO gotta shower, haven't shaved all week. I'm such a slacker. " All these uplifting and motivating thoughts go through my head. This happens often.

I have been in a cyclical funk the past 27 years. I feel vaguely dissatisfied with my job, friends, love-life, and level of physical fitness. Nothing is ever enough.

This weekend was tolerable. I went to a happy hour for a former co-worker from my last job, who just got laid off. Drank too much. This caused me to hurt all day on Saturday. Spent way too much money ($150) on organization products at the Container Store. Since I feel disorganized, I feel that dumping this amount of cash will somehow let me acheive organization.

September 25, 2001 12:10 p.m.
My stomach hurts. I have a headache. I don't want to take any pain relievers. Actually I feel sick to my stomach. Like I'm going to be ill. I'm stressed out and I don't want to do shit. How about that?
Currently I'm debating whether I want to go to the gym or downstairs for lunch. I've already skipped out on my Toastmasters meeting (as I have for the past two weeks). I really don't have the energy for the gym and I really don't have the energy for downstairs. Yes, I need to eat, I need to get away from my desk. It's a beautiful day even.