Long hours

Here I am again. Office at 19:00, one hour overtime done already and no certainty of when I can go home. Hopefully within the next hour anyway.

Now, some of you might think 'how come I am doing overtime but still can write to blog. It'd make more sense to do work first, go home and then write to blog.' Well, I am now working with 50 to 250 megabyte picture files, and with my old hamster-powered disgrace of a computer it takes a whole-lotta time to do anything. So, while I save, resize, render, open, close, whatever, I can write. Cool.

Anyway, I've been working a lot with pictures now as I am designing some marketing materials and stuff related to that. I must say I love this part of my job. It's actually the one thing I volunteer to do! If, in this company, there is a task that requires creating some new images, edit old ones - or whatever related, I'm the man for the job! Actually, one of the best things in this company I work in is, that I can try a lot of different things and slowly I've been starting to find out the things that I actually do like to do, and the ones I'm not a big fan of. Hence, when I - in some inconceivable future - decide to change to another company, I will already know what I really, really, really want to do. So, I know what kind of training I should get, and what kind of jobs I should seek for.

My life just got better: I found a 0.6 liter can of Carlsberg from the office fridge. Yummy, it's cold too!

Anyway, I must repeat myself again from my previous posts and note that nothing much has happened here. Being busy and doing overtime continuously makes decreases the amount of 'normal' life a person can have. In fact, for the last few weeks I have been working both on Saturday and Sunday too (albeit not full days) and it is likely I will work this weekend too - and definitely next weekend. I can't actually very clearly remember doing anything specific during the last few weeks. Mostly I just remember working. Sounds like a fun life, doesn't it?

It's funny how just some years back, if someone had told me I'll be a "business man" working in Hong Kong, in an office and doing overtime until nervous breakdown, I would've probably laughed at that person. Yet, here I am. And the strange thing is, I don't really mind about it. Sure it's a pain in the ass not being able to do the things I like, but after a while you kind of just go numb of doing work. With such little personal time you don't really bother making any plans - and with no plans for the afternoon, it suddenly doesn't feel so bad to do a few hours extra.

It's a sick world we live in. I'm glad my workload will ease down a little after few weeks. Then I can take a bit easier again - I hope!

Ah well, I'm almost done with my work for today... Almost ready... Still need to do some print-outs to check if my designs and coloring is ok.

So, I'll just leave you now with a picture taken in Hong Kong a few days back. You can ponder upon whether it was absolutely necessary to have all those road cones with blinking lights to warn of a missing tile. Or whether they could've fixed it with the same amount of trouble than putting those cones there. So, yeah.. ponder upon it.