Friday, September 28, 2007

I'm just waiting on a plane.

I'm getting ready to make a career change.

Seems strange. I sort of stumbled into IT by accident. My father sort of stunted my curiosity in computers when he got mad at me all the time for spending time indoors trying to program my TI-99-4/A and then my commodore 64.

I could never understand him. Why buy me stuff like that and then limit the time I spend on it? He was always forcing me in to playing sports. I played baseball, a sport I personally despise and always have, for four or five years.

Enough about him.

So I'm doing a career change. For the first time in fifteen years I'll have a non-technical job. I've been wanting to make the transition somehow for a long time now, four or five years. I had hoped my company would grow and expand and I could spend time managing it instead of doing primary technical stuff for it.

I just want a break. Unfortunately, companies don't really grant sabbaticals. I'd love a year or two off to go do something else. Take a sanity break.

But this new job, if I get it, won't be technical really. I'll babysit enterprise class customers, making sure they get the support they need and whatnot. It's a 24/7 job. You are always on-call, but you don't go in (in fact you work from home). I'm a little worried that it won't work out, because it's something new. But it's a dream job as far as I see it.

Well, it isn't working for Google as a site manager, but we all know how that turned out.

So anyway, hopefully soon I'll be doing non-technical work and be in pretty much the same pay-range as before.

I'm sort of treating this like getting married. I'm realising that the only reason I have not to take this job is the fear of it not working out. Can't let that stop you in life.

I've been getting tired of technology. Things at this point in my career are either simplisticly easy or extremely tedious. There is very little fun left in the work at this point. I'm good at what I do, and I'm thankful that I have this ability to pick things up. But I'm bored with computers at this point. Maybe this career change will be a huge disaster and I'll move back into IT again just for the money, after realising how good I had it.

Or maybe not.

I've had a lot of dreams about my parents on this trip. Stuff that wakes me up after a scene is over. Very intense.

A manager at my work told me he was keeping my mother in his prayers because of her stroke. I wanted to tell him that she doesn't deserve it, that she brought this on herself and all that. But I can't figure out a polite way to say it all without sounding like a complete dick. So I've graciously thanked him for his concern instead.

I guess that's a politically savvy move there.

I sent my daughter a book while I was on this trip. Fedex'd it to her so she would get it while I was gone. It was really cute to hear her talk about it. Me getting a package is a tedious thing at this point in my life. For her it was an adventure. Her comments went something like this "Yes, we were cleaning my car outside and the mailman came and gave me the book. It's about a band. We read it."

She really can pull off long sentences that suprise me sometimes. Pretty sophisciated for a three year old I think. I guess some of my appraisal of her ability is clouded by being her father. But whatever.

So anyway, my son can speak pretty well on the phone too now. Not bad for a 18 month old. When I call I can hear him saying da-da in the background. He must be pissed when it isn't me on the other end of that phone.

Well, enough about this stuff. Time to get ready to hop onto this big ole jet hairdryer.

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