Quitting a job, embracing another…

It’s all about the journey, isn’t it? because that’s the only way I can justify everytime I pack my backpack and leave a job. Things start as projects and soon enough turn into mundane tasks as the project ends and the maintenance beggins, that seems to be my trigger to leave. The money bar is rising, sure, but its honestly not about that. I tend to get discomfortable with…well…comfort. I hate it! I hate the mere thought of it. I like t stay on my toes and challange myself on daily basis.

that’s the only way I can justify quitting a job as SysOp in a bank.

other then that I’m mostly insane and dementia creeps with quick bursts and a sounding woosh.

I’m embracing a new job in the telco business, and as big big international players enter the 4play business model (yes, I still giggle at that term), here in rural downtown portugal everyone’s excited about triple-play (yes, triple play before 4play…interesting, no?). I’m venturing into a team of admins, my life will be less techie and more bureaucratic (don’t know how to react to that yet), impelementing sla’s, meetings, excel spreadsheets and stuff that never caught my attention in the past will now be my daily late annema.

we’ll see how it all turns out.

this will be my last week staring at my dell workstation. I can’t say i’ll miss it…or my desk at all. My last week of a desk filled with other people’s crap, that I anally try to keep spotless. I hope it’s my last week in an openspace working environment. but on another side…it’s my last week with great people I loved working with for the past few years. I’ll surely miss IBM’s team, our internet security officer, our absent network admin’s weird sense of humor, our raging screaming-out-of-her-lungs director, alas… there’s always something to be grateful for leaving, and human relations to regret losing. the last day is always a rollercoster, that inevitably ends up with one holding his emotions by the hair, trying hard not to go drama-queen on yourself.

It’s all about the journey…either that or about building a strong case for a life-long supply of precription prozac.

Job search and the 1.0 thrills

I’m out for a new job and I spammed a gazillion corporations with my resume. So the last few weeks have been spent going to interviews and dressing up the suit.

One thing I noticed is how corporations these days are much like amature bands looking for musicians: “we’re foobar ltd., I don’t know if you’ve heard of us…”.

Well, that’s hardly a killing opening line. I would not start a business conversation with doubts and low corporate-self-esteem.

just a quickie post. I’m off to bed. Life is killing me right now.