The other day I was trying to figure out where exactly I was in life, when I remembered Will Smith’s Pursuit of Happyness, where Smith identifies the different stages of his life that run from ‘being stupid’ (not sure if I’m out of that yet) to ‘happyness’. Then I realised, that if this stage of my life had a name, it had to be ‘Learning’.
I was prepared for the training phase when I took up my job. It was in my mind this phase when everyone had to spend a lot of time attending classes, asking random doubts and maintain a serious demeanour through it all. So I did that. In fact I was quite pleased with my performance.
But all of a sudden training’s drawing to a close and it looks like I be called to actually design cards. What?! It was insane. My mentor has begun talking to me about projects starting ‘soon’. For some reason she was very happy about that state of affairs. As for me, well I’ve been on tenterhooks ever since. I’ve been trying to lay my hands on anything that might be of help in a desperate last ditch attempt to try and learn something about the technologies involved in card design. I stay put till around 8 each evening at the office, studying, and even then I am loath to go back home. The word ‘soon’ sounded too ominous to be ignored.
Amidst it all, I’ve this nagging worry, that this tendency to study copious amounts of literature to help with work is an indication of some latent geekiness. Sure people in other fields read a lot too, but they have much cooler job descriptions. I know analysts, day traders, consultants and the lot. They can read a lot of materials and still make it look hip, but an engineer who does static timing analysis? Not much room to wriggle out of that one.
But mercifully I have something to take my mind off the publications and um yeah just the publications I read all day. I’ve joined guitar classes, and so the music world rejoices with their newest addition! Every evening my flat resonates to the sound of Hendrix, the Beatles and Floyd. And then I turn the music system off and start practise. After which it just groans with all the notes you can produce using the first string. The second string seems to be insanely hard, but I’m happy to report I’m giving it my all. I suspect that shortly my left hand’ll be permanently set as if I were a hitchhiker. You would think that and the fact that I have another four strings, several chords and millions of hours of practise to go before anyone can understand what song I’m playing, would dampen my enthusiasm, but weirdly enough it hasnt. Although the neighbours’ amused expressions are fast melting away. But hey, everyone goes through ‘Learning’ right?