teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Today, I used a CAD program for the first time, and it was awesome.

I all-but-completely mapped one of the sites my uncle and I surveyed last week, and I only had to redo one part of it-- the fence line, in case anyone cares, because I forgot to put text in it. I think it's mostly done, save a few labels here and there, unless the boss wants the topography on there too. The program itself was pretty easy to use, once I got a feel for the ten (... or more?) different tool sets available. I should have most of the operations pretty much down within another day, I think.

Once given the opportunity to experiment and accomplish specific tasks, I pick up new technology very easily. I'm not sure if it's an innate talent or just the result of the early grounding in computers I received in elementary school, but I'm grateful for it either way.

Not, however, as grateful as I am to my uncle for giving me this opportunity, or for the fact that I love my job.

Nepotism: it makes the world go 'round.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Today, I used a CAD program for the first time, and it was awesome.

I all-but-completely mapped one of the sites my uncle and I surveyed last week, and I only had to redo one part of it-- the fence line, in case anyone cares, because I forgot to put text in it. I think it's mostly done, save a few labels here and there, unless the boss wants the topography on there too. The program itself was pretty easy to use, once I got a feel for the ten (... or more?) different tool sets available. I should have most of the operations pretty much down within another day, I think.

Once given the opportunity to experiment and accomplish specific tasks, I pick up new technology very easily. I'm not sure if it's an innate talent or just the result of the early grounding in computers I received in elementary school, but I'm grateful for it either way.

Not, however, as grateful as I am to my uncle for giving me this opportunity, or for the fact that I love my job.

Nepotism: it makes the world go 'round.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
My boyfriend is an awesome cook.

Perhaps I admire this quality in him more than most people would, seeing as I myself am only an indifferent (or, more accurately, uninspired) cook. Given sufficient time to become familiar with a given recipe, I can produce some truly tasty things, but I can't just look at a fridge/cupboard/whatever, take random ingredients off the shelves, and somehow compose something that manages to be delicious without ever once glancing at a cookbook. My boyfriend, however, can do this, as was demonstrated anew for me last night, and the phenomenon pleases me even as it confounds me.

To add to the happy, yesterday was also my last day at the Soul-Crushing Temple of Bitchery, also known as the Nameless for Legal Reasons Bio-Tech Company at which I've been working. The experience has taught me that I will never work in corporate America for less than $100k a year, because DAMN that place was bleak and joyless; the fact that it was in Redmond was only toxic icing on the moldy, worm-eaten cake. I met ONE genuinely nice person the entire time I was there, and everyone else was either fake or simply awful. Of course, if I had to work at that place for long, I'd be that way too, I'm sure. Must be something about the psychic fallout of making one's living off the suffering of others.

All life is an education, and I have learned something valuable from this bad experience... several things, in fact, especially when the entire past week is taken into consideration. My self-righteous arrogance, however, survives intact. It'll probably take extensive deprogramming to shake that one.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
My boyfriend is an awesome cook.

Perhaps I admire this quality in him more than most people would, seeing as I myself am only an indifferent (or, more accurately, uninspired) cook. Given sufficient time to become familiar with a given recipe, I can produce some truly tasty things, but I can't just look at a fridge/cupboard/whatever, take random ingredients off the shelves, and somehow compose something that manages to be delicious without ever once glancing at a cookbook. My boyfriend, however, can do this, as was demonstrated anew for me last night, and the phenomenon pleases me even as it confounds me.

To add to the happy, yesterday was also my last day at the Soul-Crushing Temple of Bitchery, also known as the Nameless for Legal Reasons Bio-Tech Company at which I've been working. The experience has taught me that I will never work in corporate America for less than $100k a year, because DAMN that place was bleak and joyless; the fact that it was in Redmond was only toxic icing on the moldy, worm-eaten cake. I met ONE genuinely nice person the entire time I was there, and everyone else was either fake or simply awful. Of course, if I had to work at that place for long, I'd be that way too, I'm sure. Must be something about the psychic fallout of making one's living off the suffering of others.

All life is an education, and I have learned something valuable from this bad experience... several things, in fact, especially when the entire past week is taken into consideration. My self-righteous arrogance, however, survives intact. It'll probably take extensive deprogramming to shake that one.

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