Monthly Archives: November 2006

13 things that do not make sense

http://space.newscientist.com/article.ns?id=mg18524911.600

I love the fact that so much of our universe is still a mystery, that we’ve not found out all there is to find out. As a little girl I was always disappointed that I couldn’t be a pirate or an adventurer and sail out and explore new lands, because everywhere was discovered already. These 13 things that are unexplainable make me feel excited about exploring again. I suppose it’s probably time to renew my New Scientist subscription again… just thought I’d share.

Placement

Today at work, more than ever, it struck me that even the most exciting projects have a heck of a lot of tedious work behind them if they’re going to be GOOD, and if they’re going to make it big. I also understand now, far more than before, how very important it is to work in a team and have intelligent thinking people to have discussions with. Not technical people, not people with a knowledge of whatever field the project is working in, just people who think about the world and about life. [It made me miss you a lot, Dom =)]

I was determined to get a placement because I knew that employers loved them in graduates, but I honestly didn’t really think I’d learn anything new about, say, project management, the importance of ordering thought processes (was it really only a few months ago I favoured a chaotic approach and disdained anyone who suggested otherwise? I have a much more complete view of the picture now, for sure). It’s true though, real experience is worth it’s weight in gold. There’s nothing like a presentation everyone knows you’ve made going up in front of the company and someone spotting a mistake and pointing it out – there’s nothing like sheer embarrassment – for getting you to pay attention to detail. In some strange way, I can deal with a few marks lost because of a mistake, but I can’t deal with intelligent, talented people I respect thinking I’m sloppy. I’ve picked up a lot of technical skills here at Xbridge for sure, and my design eye has refined itself a lot as well, but it’s scary, I actually value the discipline/processes I’ve learned here more than that, which I’m sure just come with time anyway.

Damn you, Broken Sword!

Vilette is languishing on my bedside table. I haven’t vacuumed the front room in over 2 weeks. We have old salad in the fridge which may be harbouring life, and I don’t fold my clothes before I put them in the drawers any more.

Damn you Broken Sword, damn you and your addictiveness.

In other news: being 21 feels no different from being 20, which felt no different from being 19, which felt no different from being 18…