|*polishes fingernails on chest*
||[Jul. 24th, 2012|12:04 am]
There are few things more satisfying than saying "yeah, I think it's not over-optimistic to say that I can get that done in a day or two" at about 4 pm, getting a test case up and running in about 15 minutes, working on the problem for another hour before heading home, sitting down with it again after dinner, getting a course-correction just after you got the basic framework set up but seeing a clever way to use one of the tools to make that change with almost zero effort, and slamming out the entire rest of the task in about four hours.|
One of those more-satisfying things would be sending out an email saying "Done" at 11:48 pm and only then seeing that your boss had sent an email to a colleague at 11:41, seven minutes earlier, saying "We'll get started on that. It shouldn't take Seth [me] too long, right?"
But if there's something more satisfying than that, at the moment I really don't know what it is.
I? am FUCKING MAGICAL!
Ossome. I love it when the stars line up, the wonder twin powers activate (shape of a completed task, form of BOOYA!), and you get to look like a rockstar in front of people whose opinion makes a difference in your life.
There are other things that get into similar realms of satisfaction. I'm thinking of the time in high school when the Activities and Extracurriculars Oce secretary's mid-'80s Jeep Wagoneer refused to start. A dead battery, as it seemed. A few of the other yearbook editors (natch…) and I happened upon the scene. Curt, who had a noxious superiority complex, set about using jumper cables ("Stand back, Dan, I've got it under control"). Except not, 'cause it didn't work; the Jeep remained dead. Scott, who had excessive money, didn't want to sully his precious BMW 7er to the dread diseases transmissible by contact with electrical systems of, y'know, American cars, so he mumbled some lame excuse. OK, now it was my turn. I'd been watching what was (and wasn't) going on in the engine compartment. I commandeered two Philips head screwdrivers from Curt ("Stand back, Curt, I've got it under control, Curt"). Jammed one screwdriver between each battery terminal post and its cable clamp. The underhood light suddenly got bright. "OK, try it now," Curt and Scott backed up in a hurry, certain I was about to get broiled or electrocuted or something. Joyce keyed the engine, which started immediately. Ching!
*Rounds of Applause*
Take a bow, Magic Man!
This. You should have taken the next day off to "work from home" o this urgent task. Same result from a work perspective with an extra day off!
Congratulations though! It is awesome to get those magical moments at work.
I am envious. Everything I do has been taking twice as long as estimated. :-P
But go you!
I'm still chuckling.
MAGIC IS YOU!!!! That is SUCH an awesome feeling!