Changes
So, Friday was my last day working at Microsoft. I had planned to spend the day goofing off, really... my last day, I couldn't get involved in anything.
It was not to be... busy day. A comforting kind of thing, really. I had a moment of panic when I had to cycle a server and it might have broken the mirroring, but it didn't... it just took a long time to catch up.
It was neat, a reminder of how far I've come in the 16 months I've been working there.
Leaving was funny. I suddenly realized how big a part of my life this job had been. Like, I went to the gym that night... no worries about where my badge was, or keeping track of my pager.
I did some interval training at the gym, 6 miles an hour, for 2 minutes 45 seconds, with two minutes of rest. I stopped after 35 minutes, and went to the elliptical for another 25. After about 17 minutes, I realized that I was working, hard... and I decided to stop. I could have done more, but I realized I really didn't like continuing, so I didn't.
Maybe I got rewarded for being patient today. I went back for more interval training, and I was about to do 6 and a half minute intervals at 5.2 miles an hour. I was at 5 and a quarter the last time I tried.
It's been an interesting two days; I've been a bit lazy and indulging a bit more in celebration than is probably strictly healthy, but I figure to start back on the grind tomorrow.
I'm not sure where life's going to go next, but I think I'm ready for whatever might show up.
(I just hope the fates weren't listening to that last bit; they've been known to mock folks for saying such things.)
It was not to be... busy day. A comforting kind of thing, really. I had a moment of panic when I had to cycle a server and it might have broken the mirroring, but it didn't... it just took a long time to catch up.
It was neat, a reminder of how far I've come in the 16 months I've been working there.
Leaving was funny. I suddenly realized how big a part of my life this job had been. Like, I went to the gym that night... no worries about where my badge was, or keeping track of my pager.
I did some interval training at the gym, 6 miles an hour, for 2 minutes 45 seconds, with two minutes of rest. I stopped after 35 minutes, and went to the elliptical for another 25. After about 17 minutes, I realized that I was working, hard... and I decided to stop. I could have done more, but I realized I really didn't like continuing, so I didn't.
Maybe I got rewarded for being patient today. I went back for more interval training, and I was about to do 6 and a half minute intervals at 5.2 miles an hour. I was at 5 and a quarter the last time I tried.
It's been an interesting two days; I've been a bit lazy and indulging a bit more in celebration than is probably strictly healthy, but I figure to start back on the grind tomorrow.
I'm not sure where life's going to go next, but I think I'm ready for whatever might show up.
(I just hope the fates weren't listening to that last bit; they've been known to mock folks for saying such things.)