Dispatch from the server room: 20050201

It has been some time since my last rant. But it was a good rant, and I don't feel the least bit bad about leaving out there to be digested for a wee while.

That and I moved shortly after the first set of posts (disgustingly enough, to be closer to work... yeah, after that rant, I know...) and then promptly discovered Fable as soon as I got settled in.

And then it was Xmas, with all the lovely family drama that brought this year, and then... well hell, with a massive tsunami devastating south Asia, the wait for the UN report from Darfur, Sudan who the hell has time to write to stroke their own ego and vent their frustrations on a blog? Certainly not me, as I really didn't have anything to say about it.

Ah, well... we live in interesting times.

What else? Oh yes, the Hour on CBC Newsworld seems to have found its feet and its format in the last week, and is getting better.
For those who don't know, this is CBC Newsworld's project to try and do something different, an hour of news coverage hosted by George Stroumboulopoulos (late of the FAN 590 AM, CFNY 102.1 FM and MuchMusic). It's interesting and covers a lot of ground in an hour. Check it out.

Of course, if that's not your speed, there's always Rick Mercer's Monday Report to get you to watch the CBC.

So, what now? No rant for you today, just observations.
I have worked in a few widely differing industries (my apparent inability to hold a job is a topic for a future post), I have noticed that the people I most enjoy working with are the ones who would much rather be doing something else, hell, almost anything else than that which they collect a regular paycheque for.
Which is what really makes people fascinating, that juxtaposition of the stereotype of what they do for a living and how they actually live.
Seriously, I have known bike couriers who were working on becoming industrial designers, network administrators who wanted to be tour guides...
And this seems to be more common among tech workers than any other group of people I have ever been associated with.

Food for thought? Maybe...