Milestones
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
-- Panic! At The Disco "Camisado"
Our lives are a culmination milestones, first times if you will. These first times are what prepare us for the next steps in our lives. We are who we are because of these. As parents we unwittingly embed our children with these milestones and the need to collect more by cataloging first coos, first teeth, first steps, etc... Looking back on our lives we recount our firsts and major achievements as being milestones to establish ourselves as adults. When I look back on my life I see several different categories ranging from personal to professional with many markers in each. On the professional side, I see that I have been working in one form or another since I was 14 and from Taco Bell to today I have tried dilligently to move forward and I think I have done a decent job at it.
On that note, two years ago today I offically started working for my current employer and have been very happy. While the pay is not phenomenal (though better than my last) the team I am on is great. Our work is not necessarily revolutionary but it is groundbreaking in our industry nonetheless. And even though I am no longer working on tracking systems or automatic identification systems anymore (watch for an open source version, I'm getting the itch and my NDA is up), I am still able to work on some exciting technology.
I have been branching out into web apps on the side for the past year (nothing that has hit the web, very soon, I promise) so I can't help but wonder if this is merely a diversion or if it will become the next milestone that I will look back on. Hindesight.
Last night, Thing One hit a milestone. For the first time he told me I didn't have to tuck him in. What a friggin kick in the nutts! There I am, standing in front of his room like I've done for the past eleven years and he says, "night dad, you don't have to tuck me in tonight." He might as well have kicked me in the nutts and said, "oh damn bitch, I missed!" A knot formed in my throat and I played it off but it really kinda made me sad. Little bastard gettin tucked in tomorrow night. Fer realz. Anyway, my little Thing is growing up [shyuddup pervert] and there's nothing I can do about it. 'bout friggin time!
On that note, two years ago today I offically started working for my current employer and have been very happy. While the pay is not phenomenal (though better than my last) the team I am on is great. Our work is not necessarily revolutionary but it is groundbreaking in our industry nonetheless. And even though I am no longer working on tracking systems or automatic identification systems anymore (watch for an open source version, I'm getting the itch and my NDA is up), I am still able to work on some exciting technology.
I have been branching out into web apps on the side for the past year (nothing that has hit the web, very soon, I promise) so I can't help but wonder if this is merely a diversion or if it will become the next milestone that I will look back on. Hindesight.
Last night, Thing One hit a milestone. For the first time he told me I didn't have to tuck him in. What a friggin kick in the nutts! There I am, standing in front of his room like I've done for the past eleven years and he says, "night dad, you don't have to tuck me in tonight." He might as well have kicked me in the nutts and said, "oh damn bitch, I missed!" A knot formed in my throat and I played it off but it really kinda made me sad. Little bastard gettin tucked in tomorrow night. Fer realz. Anyway, my little Thing is growing up [shyuddup pervert] and there's nothing I can do about it. 'bout friggin time!
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