Did I Vote For Pedro?

Because all my wildest dreams just came true.

    Last year at this time I was recovering from the worst sickness of my life. This year is quite the opposite. What's the good news? I got a new job!!! I'll be working for a company called Monk Development.  Let's compare my old life to my new one:

Old Life: After eight hours of working, an hour lunch and one to two hours of driving, I'm gone 10+ hours per day.

New Life: I'll be working from home, no commuting, no road rage, no packing lunches, no eating breakfast in the car.

Old Life: After my 50ish hours of netbiz working and driving, I worked for imago dei for 10-16 hours per week. I have had precious few days off in the last five months and 14 days.

New Life: Between Imago and Monk, I'll be working 40 hours total. That's it, no more. I'll have a lot more time to help with Dahlia and see my friends and go running and whatever else it is that I do. I can't really remember what I like to do with my extra time, I haven't had any in so long.

Old Life: The work was OK at Netbiz. I was constantly learning. Everyone on the team had different strengths, and I enjoyed learning from everyone. The hardest part was that we were under certain constraints that prevented us from writing really good standard code. Furthermore, the code that I was working with (HTML, CSS) is great to know, but I want to move on to more complicated stuff.

New Life: I'm absolutely humbled to be part of monk. Everyone there is amazing and writes amazing code. Hopefully some of it will rub off on me. Furthermore, the type of code I'll be writing is what I want to do (PHP, mySQL, javascript and maybe some AJAX!).

So as you can see, I'm excited to move on. I am very grateful for my time at Netbiz, it came at just the right time and was a very necessary step in my life. But now, I thrilled that it's over!

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Dahlia TV

    Dahlia can be a lot like bunny ears. We've all been there and some are still there. Holding those two long troublesome poles, adjusting them ever so carefully hoping for that elusive perfect picture. Precision is paramount, for moving them just a centimeter off can result in meaningless static. The best part is, that magic spot is always different. Last year during March Madness I discovered there was a spot between the couch and the TV, that while I was occupying, the picture was clear. Needless to say, I stood in the spot for a while.
    It's the same way with Dahlia. When we want her to go to sleep, it's a matter of locating that perfect spot. While she is still crying, adjustment after adjustment is made. The wrong position (and there are plenty of those) results in an ear piecing scream will erupt. History is no guarantee, the perfect spot one minute, may be the worse the next. One thing stays the same, when that perfect spot is found, you stay there, even if it requires the most awkward positions for you. Sure you may lose all feeling in your appendages, but 30 minutes of peace is worth it.

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