Chinese Food

Had a decently productive day at work yesterday. Went over a couple code reviews and collaborated on process workflow specifications with Marcin. Tried unsuccessfully to get LightUML installed on my Eclipse. That sucks because I could have used it to generate some object relationship diagrams to share with the Indians.

Anyways, I left work with Paul and took the tram back to his flat, about a 20 minute ride. We talked about the business and how its changed and where we're going and that sort of thing. I'm amazed by people who think beyond tomorrow, I can barely remember what I'm doing today. All I want from a job is to work with interesting people, have fun, get my bills paid, and not get stressed out about it. That doesn't make me a good business leader.

Mark was fishing for interest from me about an executive position during this trip, what it would involve and who might be interested. I felt that he wanted me to say I was interested. I'm not. That would be too much responsibility and I don't handle the pressure well. I'm barely keeping it together right now as it is with this India trip looming ahead. I miss the days of being a junior developer, learning from all the code gurus and finding a little niche to call my own and settling into a comfortable groove. I feel like I've been promoted too quickly as it is and haven't had a chance to learn the skills I need for my position. I think it has a lot to do with the exodus of senior developers leaving me as the most senior by default and the fact that I get along with just about everyone.

Anyways, I got to meet Paul's family: Evonna and little Jacek. We had tea and I collected my laundry while Jacek got his bath. Afterwards Paul and I walked down the road to bring back some Chinese food. We sat and had a beer while it was made and talked more about process, unit testing, agile development, and more work stuff. I like Paul, he is really a very decent person and very intelligent. I respect him. We took the food back when it was ready and had a nice dinner back at the flat. Paul's mother-in-law had just gone home after a visit that day and had left behind fresh crepes so we had those for desert. It was delicious.

I was worn out and ready for bed around 10pm and so said good night and Paul walked me to the tram station and sent me back to the hotel. A short tram ride later I was back at the hotel and ready to call it a night. I tried to catch up on work and emails, but I just didn't have the energy to spare.