I'm a Working Man

Which is not to be confused with a working girl.

It'll be nice to go to the Game Developers Conference and not have to wear my "Programmer For Hire" sign. (Knock wood.)

You know those movies where you see people commuting to work by ferry, traveling in herds like human cattle? Color me moo. I did the drive to ferry to Muni to hoofin' it thang today, and it all worked. And so did I.

Why do I feel this need to be productive? Well, first of course there's the money. I've got a mortgage to feed. But it's more than that. We all have roles, and one of mine is wage-earner. It's expected of me, by others as well as myself. When you don't fulfill your role you feel like a failure. Finally, I always take a long-term view of life. I ask myself what the purpose was of all these millenia of evolution, and how I fit into today's world. The answer I arrive at is that Nature wants me to live long enough to breed and prepare my offspring to do the same. Also, that when I'm working I'm contributing to society, and when I'm not I'm a parasite.

So, I'm working, and the people at work are great, and the job looks great, and I get to finally learn SF. My life is good. Now if only there was peace in the Middle East.


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