Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Update

Losing focus from all the ideas I was thinking of when I was on vacation, but I remember the main one.

Today, at work, I realized that if you are forced to do something tedious and stupid, pretending that you want to do it, and not telling anyone what you think, makes you look really great from the company's point of view.  Guess who suddenly loves writing unit tests for null argument checks!

I have a female salsa dance partner.  We're gonna do a couple lessons.  My first lesson with our private instructor was ego bruising and made me question how long it would take to learn the proper technique, but I feel better about that now.  Its not going to take forever.

This month I am learning that its actually not terribly hard to be friendly, and not a giant dick.  All you have to do is not be unhappy.  Unfortunately, there is no switch to turn the unhappiness off, but I feel like we are making steps in the right direction.

Time is the key factor.  I have a lot of shit that needs to get done.  Even though I tried to grossly, criminally overestimate this project we're doing at work, it turns out that I still underestimated.  So then on top of working extra hours to be sure as hell we hit our dates (at my current company, making promised dates is paramount, much more so than doing anything correctly), I have to find time to go to the gym for cardio three times a week so I can get in shape in time to enjoy the ski season before its over, and then I'm going to need two nights a week for band practice, which I can't do while all sweaty from the gym, and then I need one night for practicing my guitar (and arranging a heavy metal version of Phantom of the Opera), and then I need a night for salsa private lesson, and then we need nights for salsa dancing, and for settlers/game/poker night to meet people, and on top of all of that, I wanted to design a custom standing desk that had USB ports on the surface and a cabinet for hiding my extra monitors for when girls come over.  And I still need to make a personal website, and the alternate blog, and I need to find time to take better pictures for dating profiles.  Oh AND I need time to go to the gym to lift, so I can start the longass process of upgrading my body--i'm pretty sure its going to take many months of hard work before I stop looking like gumby (looking in the mirror during the salsa lesson was just...awful.  Those fucking arms, man).  And on top of all of this I was supposed to be taking yoga and zumba classes to meet girls.  And then my stretch goals were stuff like getting a bigger apartment and being involved with couch surfing, and being more sociable by going out drinking.

Yeah, there aren't enough days in the week to accomplish all of that.  Its pretty likely I'm going to burnout and give up on all my goals.  Probably right around when Heart of the Swarm comes out.  Oh and I forgot rock climbing--I was supposed to get back into that too.  And cycling.  And I wanted to start up LAN parties again, but this time with a herculean effort to have 50% girls there, and have them be girls that play hardcore [real, as in, not angry birds] computer [and not xbox] games.  I don't know if I've written about our [sexlessly-legal] LAN Party Escort Service business plan, and I probably shouldn't ever mention it again, but I will say this:  lots of negative reaction from female members of the gaming community.  There is something about saying "I value you so much that I would pay to get you to this party" that makes girls really offended.  So I guess we won't be doing that but I thought it was a great idea.  Oh and I need to sell my motorcycle and buy one that doesn't stall all the time.  And learn to cook.

I need a way to do two things in the same night...not sure how to pull it off.  I usually have to leave work after 7 to avoid traffic.

I feel like I could get a lot more accomplished if I didn't have to work.

I guess...band and work are top priority.   Skiing and gym are next.  And salsa is whatever.  And everything else probably won't get done.

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