tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26496427901959216282009-10-17T12:17:54.648+13:00Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299674618604409469noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649642790195921628.post-26585042867303173092008-04-04T10:40:00.005+13:002008-12-11T01:58:07.120+13:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMT7X5lGoFA/R_V40v7gJCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/e59_xet1fDo/s1600-h/pillow.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMT7X5lGoFA/R_V40v7gJCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/e59_xet1fDo/s320/pillow.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185183393601561634" /></a><br />Every Monday to Friday at 7am my alarm goes off. I religiously set it to snooze and nine minutes later it goes off again; I get out of bed, shower, break my fast and hop into my car for a one hour crawl to work.<br /><br />The hour in traffic is the least enjoyable part of the day, possibly because of the immediate and shocking contrast with the first nine minutes.<br /><br />However, for the first nine minutes I like to snuggle over beside my wife and just breath in her scent. No matter what happens in my day, it can't take away that first nine minutes.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">She can kill with a smile<br />She can wound with her eyes<br />She can ruin your faith with her casual lies<br />And she only reveals what she wants you to see<br />She hides like a child,<br />But she's always a woman to me<br /><br />She can lead you to love<br />She can take you or leave you<br />She can ask for the truth<br />But she'll never believe<br />And she'll take what you give her, as long as it's free<br />Yeah, she steals like a thief<br />But she's always a woman to me<br /><br />Oh--she takes care of herself<br />She can wait if she wants<br />She's ahead of her time<br />Oh--and she never gives out<br />And she never gives in<br />She just changes her mind<br /><br />And she'll promise you more<br />Than the Garden of Eden<br />Then she'll carelessly cut you<br />And laugh while you're bleedin'<br />But she'll bring out the best<br />And the worst you can be<br />Blame it all on yourself<br />Cause she's always a woman to me<br /><br />Oh--she takes care of herself<br />She can wait if she wants<br />She's ahead of her time<br />Oh--and she never gives out<br />And she never gives in<br />She just changes her mind<br /><br />She is frequently kind<br />And she's suddenly cruel<br />She can do as she pleases<br />She's nobody's fool<br />And she can't be convicted<br />She's earned her degree<br />And the most she will do<br />Is throw shadows at you<br />But she's always a woman to me</span><br /><br />Billy Joel "She's always a woman"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649642790195921628-2658504286730317309?l=lowhighfake.blogspot.com'/></div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299674618604409469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649642790195921628.post-26544515729024376202008-04-03T19:43:00.005+13:002008-12-11T01:58:07.222+13:00I can imagine some medieval King telling his soldiers as they march through enemy land "burn the bridges behind us to stop the enemy using them" and then being destroyed later when they need to retreat across one. Of course, if you build you bridges well, they never get burnt to begin with.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMT7X5lGoFA/R_SCsf7gI-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xijLpzJTJiA/s1600-h/bridge.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMT7X5lGoFA/R_SCsf7gI-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xijLpzJTJiA/s320/bridge.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184912772007207906" border="0" /></a>It looks like I may be returning to work at <a href="http://www.authorit.com">Author-it</a> after a two year break. <br /><br />The strange thing is, I'm happy where I am, but I don't feel the same sense of satisfaction I used to get working at Author-it. I imagine I'll start doing crazy hours again, but somehow it felt less like work than what I'm doing now. There is something that I truly enjoy about business analyst work; the process of discovery, the gap analysis and the solution. Hopefully, cunningly simple, blindingly fast and elegant.<br /><br />The only thing I'm not looking forward to is telling my current employers that I'm leaving. It's a good company and if I'd started working there five years ago I think I would have made a good run of it. Unfortunately, I don't know the product as well as I'd like and I'm sitting between people who know it in the production process. This slows things down and as I've never been the slow turning cog before it's a new and unpleasant feeling.<br /><br />Hopefully, the experience of having been the slow cog will make me a better person; and hopefully, I'll never experience it again as long as I live.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649642790195921628-2654451572902437620?l=lowhighfake.blogspot.com'/></div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05299674618604409469noreply@blogger.com0