Time Flies

One of the worst parts about work is that I always end up feeling like my life is rapidly disappearing. One long day of work leads to the next and I lose track of time.

I've been working at my new job for a month already, and I still feel like it's "new." It leaves me with the sense that time is slipping through my fingers. Then I have to wonder what I'm doing with my rapidly passing life and whether it's what I should be.

Reality dictates that I need to work to earn money. Money enables a person to acquire necessities and luxuries. From what I've experienced, life simply doesn't feel complete with just money, though. There are all the aspects of life that money cannot provide and work obviously cannot provide those.

Google Indexes A Trillion Websites

It's kind of mind boggling how much information Google handles nowadays. Their search apparently covers one trillion websites now.... As a programmer, I find their service to be all that much more amazing. A decade ago, indexing a trillion websites would have been completely unreasonable. Even today, that's quite an incredible computational feat and it's become pretty much a daily part of our lives (for most internet users, I'd imagine).

In other news, I'm now at my buddy's place and my setup is fairly livable. My move in yesterday was not too bad aside from me suffering from pretty strong allergies. I spent some time cleaning the room a bit, and my allergies have abated. I also ended up driving up to Santa Monica to test out the commute today and the results weren't too encouraging. The drive took roughly 50 minutes each way in moderate traffic (not peak commuter hours). I have a feeling I'm going to hate the commute.

I Hate Moving

Tomorrow, I'm gonna start the gradual move to my friend's apartment in Redondo Beach to shorten my commute to my new job in Santa Monica. Change will be good for me.

Hopefully, Luxoflux (part of Activision) will be a good place to work and traffic will not be as brutal as I've heard. My current plan is to at least partially move to my friend's place so I can stay there for a while and then if the commute is not too bad, I can stay there for the longer term. If the commute is too painful, then I will just move somewhere closer to Santa Monica and pay a lot more. I'll try to make the final decision quickly so I can just move furniture straight from my old place down here in Orange County straight to the right place with less wasted moving.

I'm gonna miss my roommate from down here (and her kitty of course).

Loud Music

Why do some people listen to music at such a deafening volume setting?

This morning, I was woken up by people in my apartment complex blasting ridiculously loud music. This is not the first time it's happened. Today was especially bad, however, because it started at 8 am and has continued for the last two hours with no end in sight.

The music itself is louder in my room than my music is when I listen to music on my own speakers. By my estimates, the people listening to the music are in an apartment like 100 feet away, so they must be deaf by now. One of the really sleep preventing aspects, though, was that some lady who was listening to it was singing very loudly (and not very well) with it.

Eventually, I had to give up on sleep and just get out of bed with my head full of grumpy thoughts about throwing rocks through their windows and such.