New job starts tomorrow
My new job starts tomorrow. I shall have to go to bed at some point (but not yet) but I doubt I’ll sleep very well, I’m bouncing around here like a two-year-old after fifteen cups of espresso. There are butterflies trying to gnaw their way out of my stomach with very little regard for what’s in between them and the freedom they so clearly crave, and everybody’s telling me that I’m going to be fine and that the world is a good and happy place.
Well, the world is not a good and happy place (it should be, but look around and try and convince me that it’s happy at the moment), there are some very dodgy things going on in various governments and metagovernmental bodies around the world, and lots of terrible things are being done in the name of lots of things which shouldn’t be terrible, but which are, because of what is being done in their name.
Following me so far? Good.
So it seems rather fatuous really to be worried about such a small thing as my new job starting tomorrow — but then rationality hasn’t always played a part in things like this has it? I mean, if I was an entirely rational creature, I wouldn’t be so insanely petrified of needles. I know, intellectually, that the only thing that’s liable to go wrong with an injection is if the nurse decides to rip the needle down my arm while it’s stuck in it, which s/he’s hardly likely to do, or if I rip my arm away, which I’m very unlikely to do, but that doesn’t stop the fear.
Even typing this my fingers are going all tingly and don’t want to continue, which is a problem because I’ve typed most of the entry so far with my eyes shut. This does wonders for the touch-typing skills, but it does shoot the accuracy a bit out, because I can’t see when I make a mistake. I suppose I shall have to proof-read before I post this one, although some mistakes I can feel, like just now when I accidentally pressed two keys at once whilst aiming for the hyphen button. That kind of thing one can stop and correct instantly, although sometimes one has to look to see what correction actually needs to be done. Did I only put one r in ‘correction’ there? Oh yes, so I did. Will correct it. See, sometimes I notice the mistakes.
Other words of course I just can’t spell, which can cuase problems in programming, when such a word is used in an API I didn’t write (or even one I did write). And on top of that there’s a whole Ameircan English thing. Why can’t people just do what makes sense and speak the One True English — also known as the variant of English which I speak. For one thing, it seems to have a lot more words in it that most variants.
Or maybe it’s just that every other word in it isn’t ‘fuck’.
