Today I found myself up to my eyeballs in long forgotten backups – bad, I know… I should really do some spring cleaning – but odds are that won’t be happening… Sites and projects from nearly a decade ago in some cases – nothing more than 404s or the sort today for the most part…
In an exercise to prove my wife’s accusations that I “never throw anything away” and to help out an old friend, I sought out a long forgotten backup to help my friend get some of her old content back (hard drive failures play hell on our media retention – long gone are the days of misplacement or house fire to be the cause of losing our stuff (note to self: buy long life external HD (better make it 2) and backup pictures regularly (better make it 3!!!))).
After tossing up the site on my server, I was surprised to see how many links took me to here:
Welcome to 201?(?) – just insert ‘Facebok’ where it says ‘Myspace’.
And as you may or may not know, this is a subject I am not generally super happy about…
Here I sit, 30 until midnight – acting as if I am a 4yr old fighting sleep.
Unlike a 4yr old fighting sleep, I am not tired.
I just do not want to go quickly nor quietly as my weekend is tore from me.
We were not done enjoying each others company nor ready to relinquish our time.
Under what authority am I being forced to forge ahead into yet another Monday?!
A travesty, I say!
I still assert that we ought time travel to meet with the man who originally setup the week of 5-and-2 –
So that we may have a very direct conversation about his askew arrangement
and impose our argument to right his horrible, horrible wrong.
Bah. Hum. Hum and Bah.
As I roll into day 2 of f’Unemployment, my inbox is quickly filling with auto-response emails thanking me for my application. As I am sure will occur in the coming weeks with increasing frequency, I find myself asking “how did I get here?”
I mean, sure, I remember going to school. I remember making the drive up in hopes of finding work in the big city. I remember starting and ending my most recent 2 positions. But how did I get here? How did I get to be an educated, unemployed 29 year old unsure of what I wanted to be when I grow up?
‘Go to a good school and get a good job’ is what they said. What defines a good school and a good job escapes me still today – to be honest, I think this is becoming an increasingly hard thing to define as college has become the equivalent of high school and traditional ‘careers’ become merely jobs.
As I wrestle with finding work and weigh this against incurring additional student loans in pursuit of my Masters, I have to ask – “Is there a better way?” Is there some as-of-yet unknown way that I can market my particular skills and find a rewarding career in the field that I love?
Ok. Enough fruitless life musings – time to try and find some real (paying) work… A career? I don’t know if those exist anymore…