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GOOGLE QUICK SEARCH BOX
A project I've been working on at work finally launched today. Check out the Google Quick Search Box. Trust me when I tell you that this product rocks. Some of the best people I know have been working on it and it's truly awesome. PRODUCTIVITY AND THE IMPORTANCE OF A ROUTINE
A few weeks ago my good friend Jess came over for a playdate between her son and David. While the two played, we chatted. At some point, Jess said "you get so much done!" and I told her how there's a long list of things I don't do (like cooking) so I have more time. She insisted that even so I was more productive than the usual person.
I am not sure if that's true but it is something I've heard before so it got me thinking. And I think I've realized the two important factors to what helps me get things done. The first one is commitment. Or maybe more like a neurosis. When I decide to do something, I feel an inexplicable sense of responsibility. I don't like to leave things unfinished. I'd rather never start than leave unfinished. It doesn't matter if it's for work or for my personal todo list. Once I decided to do it, I will do it. So this commitment part is the first crucial element since without thinking it's important, it's relatively hard to choose to get something done instead of relaxing. The second has to do more with timing. If the task can be finished in a day, I will finish it. I'd rather lose sleep than leave it unfinished. Not only will I never do it but it drives me completely insane when others do it. That's why I was up late last night moving karenika to its new domain. I couldn't bear the idea of this task dragging over days. But there are many tasks that cannot be finished in a single day. Like the 365 photos or weekly tags or scrapbooking or writing a book for example. For those, I use another trick: routine. As much as possible, I try to establish a routine so that it's a recurring event on my schedule. I take my daily photos every morning unless I know we have an upcoming event later in the day (like the doctor's appointment we had earlier this week.) I do my tags each weekend (sometimes sooner if I have an inspiring idea). I do my AMM kit the first weekend after I receive it. I just sit and do it. I don't give myself the option of postponing. I know that there are a lot of other tricks to productivity (like "Eat the frog" which is doing the thing you're least looking forward to, first) but it turns out, for me, what matters most for long term productivity (especially for non-work related things that don't really have to be done) is the commitment and setting up a routine. WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT VS WHAT YOU LIKE TO DO
Jake and I were talking about work the other day. I kept wondering,
what's more important: to work with something you're good at or to do
work that you like to do?
I think some of this point is a bit moot. Generally, if you're really good at something, you must enjoy it at least a little bit or you wouldn't have been able to become that good at it. And if you truly love doing something, you'll eventually get good at it. Or, at least, better than mediocre. However, there are real case examples where I might be really good at something but it's not my passion. And I could be really passionate about something that I am just not that great at. Even if I am above mediocre. Is that good enough? Will I constantly struggle and always get frustrated? Should I just stick to what I know best for my job and make the other my "hobby"? I honestly don't know the answer to this one. PURPOSEFUL
One of the biggest challenges of work in general is balancing the work,
the deadlines, and the politics. One of the main reasons I quit Wall
Street was the fact that I wanted to spend my time doing something
worthwhile. Until last year, I could easily say that my changes were
such. I did Teach For America and regardless of how it turned out, it
was definitely a worthwhile way to spend my life. After TFA, I worked
for home and did something small and not too relevant but I was still
supporting two worthwhile causes: my husband's business and growing our
family by one magical person.
Then, last year, I changed course and went back to work. Full time. Albeit, it wasn't Wall Street but still, I often wonder if I am still pursuing the original goal of living a more purposeful life. What I realized today was that if I put aside politics and the need to move ahead or be recognized, I can easily make my life purposeful and regularly try to do the right thing. Which will in return make my life more purposeful and make me feel more proud of myself. Politics, to me, is the worst side of any company, even for a nonprofit. Good people, doing the right thing, should be rewarded. Period. If this were consistently the case, the only goal people had would be to do the right thing. However, often times, it's much more about who you are, who you know, etc. And I have so little interest in being part of that game. I don't know what that means for my future in the corporate world, but I know that now that I've found a way to make my life purposeful again, no one is taking it away from me. Get excited! REALLY GOOD DAY
Today was a really good day. Really good.
It reminded me why I am here to begin with and what I was thinking when I decided to leave my little boy and go back to work full-time. Sometimes it's good to remember these things and remember why you did what you did and keep a record of them. So when the days are like yesterday, I can come back and read this post and feel good. And remember that there were days like this one. I can feel the beginning of something big here. And I hope, hope, hope that I am not wrong. DOING THE RIGHT THING
Some days things just magically fall into place. On other days, doing
the right thing is a major struggle. Constant uphill battle.
Today was one of those days. In the grand scheme of things, I suppose it doesn't have to matter but it's so frustrating that it taints the rest of your day or your overall outlook on things. That's when you know it's a good time to go to sleep and start over tomorrow. Sorry for the short entry but I think I need a good dose of sleep to feel full again. ROLLOUT
I didn't write much last week mostly because I'd been working longer and more hectic days than usual. I started at my current job mid-September. I took the job because it would allow me to learn a few new programming languages (or scripting languages as I like to call them) and give me experience in an area I hadn't previously explored. Well, I also took it because it would pay our rent, but that's another matter altogether. The guy who hired me promised to teach me all he knew. A little over two months after he hired me, he quit the firm. Leaving me, my position, and my project in a quandary. I ended up taking on the project on my own and finishing the design work. I made some changes to our plans and decided to tackle a small portion of the new system first as a test to see if the overall strategy was going to work and to find out any unknown problems with our approach. I spent the last six weeks, cleaning data, writing over 50 scripts and testing like crazy. I thought and rethought our original ideas and cut out all the whistles and bells from the new system, at least for the first rollout. I tried to remember the wise lessons taught in the Mythical Man Month which I hadn't read since Sophomore Year, college. I had full control over the system and I knew that meant I was also the sole person responsible of its potential downfall. Well, after much hard work, I rolled out the new system last weekend and six of the eight people in the office are using it. (The other two are part of the second phase of the rollout, a much bigger and more involved section which I will start working on this week.) I haven't rolled out a professional system completely on my own ever before. At school, I had classmates in my group, on Wall Street, I was either a member of or managing a team anywhere from three to 20 people. I've coded for myself, for Jake and his family or friends before, but I've never designed, coded, tested and rolled out a full system completely on my own before. And I was expecting glitches. Major glitches. I spent several sleepless nights worrying that once I rolled this system out, it would burn and crash causing the rest of my project to get cancelled and me to get fired. Well, Monday came and went. A tiny glitch in one of the sections that's used only by one user appeared. The other five asked for enhancements not originally planned. (Some were extremely easy and thus coded, others are on my list for after the phase-two rollout.) Tuesday passed. So did Wednesday and Thursday. I went back to working out of my house (I'd decided to work in the office for the first three days just in case disaster struck or the users were confused about how to use the system). As of now, an entire week has passed with all of the users on my system. We haven't had any glitches besides the one on Monday. The users have been quiet. In the world of software development, quiet users mean happy users. If they are calling you, it is always to complain. I even received some compliments. "It looks so beautiful." "I can work much faster now" "That's so awesome." Magic to my ears. Even if my users don't, I know that the new system could use a lot more work. I can give you a long list of its flaws. Nonetheless, my users are happy. I had no glitches. I didn't have to uninstall it. I didn't bring down any servers. They didn't lose any clients because of me. It all seems too good to be true. It appears, much to my dismay, that I am a better programmer than I was a teacher. A JOB
So I got a part-time job today. The one main requirement for it being that I read Turkish fluently. On the way to the interview, I turned to Jake and said, "If I don't get this job, I can't get any job. I was practically born into this job's requirements." He told me not to stress and that one never knows. Well at least I did get the job. It appears I can read Turkish afterall. My elementary school teacher would be proud.
THE DREAM
"I wasn't feigning confidence; I really was confident. I was sure that my plan would work and that it would work exactly in this way. Looking back, it seems somewhat astounding that anyone would take me seriously. But at the time I didn't see any reason for these funders to doubt me." - Wendy Kopp from one day, all children... I was thinking more about why the article I mentioned yesterday moved me as much as it did. Besides the rush of reading about someone who just learned all he could about every aspect of a business he was interested in starting, I found another characteristic that I decided is a common aspect among some successful people. So you want to start your own company? You want to write the Great American Novel? You want to win the Nobel Prize? You want to. You really want to. You can feel it. You can taste it. But you're also worried. Is it going to work? What if it doesn't work? What if it's all just a pipe dream? What if you're giving up the comfort of daily life and delving into uncharted territory just to find yourself miserable, lonely, and penniless in a few years? You get scared. You want some sort of guarantee. You want someone to tell you whether your sacrifice will be worthwhile. Is it going to work or is it just a pipedream? You're willing to shake up the status quo but only if the hard work promises to eventually pay off. Here's the answer to whether your idea will work: it will, if you think it will. Sounds trite? Well, it appears the common trend amongst people, who've succeeded when others hadn't expected them to, is that they didn't know their goal was unreachable. The guy who started his hedge fund at 18 didn't realize it was a big deal. He wanted to make money. He found a way and it made a lot of sense. Whoever said that it was hard to start a hedge fund and nearly impossible to sustain success for many years, had obviously not mentioned all this difficulty to this boy. Same goes for above-quoted Wendy Kopp, who started Teach For America. She said the only reason it succeeded was because she didn't know it was impossible. She believed in it wholeheartedly. It made perfect sense to her. Why wouldn't it succeed? She was too naive. That's what's missing in most of us: childlike naivete. We are too practical. We have a long list of reasons why we can't quit our stable job. Why we can't pursue a dream. It's not real after all; it's just a dream. We toy with the idea of chasing after it each time we drink a lot or have an exceptionally bad day at work. But no more than that. Each year, it becomes even harder to imagine going for it. We're grown ups now; there's no room for daydreaming in the real world. We bury the dream and push it lower with every passing year. I don't want to speak on behalf of you; I can only speak for myself. Maybe you do chase after your dreams. Maybe you have no dreams. Maybe you're already living your dream. All I know is that it's been too long since I've even heard that little voice inside of me, let alone considered listening to it. I buried mine so deep that I'm not even sure it's around anymore. Maybe it's time to start drinking. WHAT'S NEXT?
Today's the two-week mark since I've quit. QUITTER
I've been meaning to write for quite some time. 2003.2.12
So, it's over. 2003.1.28
Okay, just so you can see the manic depressiveness of my job, I had a great day today. Not with the class mind you, but with one of my students after school. It's a long story and it's already midnight so I am going to go to bed but the choice to quit, for me, is nor here yet. It comes and goes. One moment, I am completely prepared to quit and the next I want to be there for the kids. I love the kids. More coming really soon, I promise. TEACHING I
I must admit I am the type of person who thinks a million times before she makes a decision. I'll go to a store, try the clothing on literally four times and then walk out. Think about it for a week, go back and try it on and then think about it for another week and then I won't buy it. There are lots of reasons for that nonsense but one of them is that I like to be sure. Whatever that means. TEACHING II
Wow, talk about a bad day! I am amazed at the optimism that seems to surround me all weekend when I plan my lessons and just assume they will work. And then I get up and go to school and the kids show up and then reality hits me. I am amazed at the kindness I want to give my students but yet the meanness I spew out in the middle of frustration and resentment. I am mostly amazed at how much I really suck at this. Just didn't think it was possible to be this bad. TEACHING III
My friend, Ed, sent me this link about someone else's teaching experience and I must tell you that while my situation is quite a bit better and I have what I consider to be a much more supportive principal and other really helpful people in my school, I have had days where my students were really acting up in ways I never thought possible. And, man, am I in over my head! REMEMBER THIS
It's been a long time. When I decided to do this job, I knew that I would no longer realistically be able to write this site every single day like I used to be able to. While I had absolutely no idea of the insanity that my life would become, I did know that time would become a more precious commodity than it had been in the last two years when I was working part time. NOT GETTING MUCH DONE
Another day with little work done. My students took the PAM test today. A diagnostic test on math. The test is for me to see how much my fifth graders know. here are some glimpses I took while my students wrote: 1/2 + 1/3 = 2/5 (fractions) thankfully, we haven't covered fractions yet and when we do, I will cry if I still see this. One of my students upon reading about a question that talked about a parking meter, decided to draw a car and a parking meter. He spent 7 minutes of the 45-minute test drawing. We had ten teachers absent today. First snow day in New York City. I wonder if that means this will be a cold winter. I still haven't figured out what to do with my students talking in line. They are too close to each other. It's too enticing to talk, to push each other around; there are too few incentives to behave. Still overwhelmed and wondering what I was thinking when I decided to do this for a living. DOUBLE PREPS
Double-preps rock! Today was a better day. Not because I was able to teach better. Not because I didn't have kids throwing stuff in my room. But only because I didn't want to feel angry. I wanted to be happy today. And I didn't let anything change that decision. I guess my teacher's comments about controling what you can control stuck with me. I can control my mood. It is mine afterall, right? EASIER? NOT REALLY.
People have been telling me that it would get easier after November. I must say that hasn't proven true for me. I've noticed a few patterns, though. If I give lined paper with a heading and a place for name, my students are more likely to write than if they were to write in their notebooks. Thinking isn't a talent you're born with; it's learned. Kids notice a lot more than adults give them credit for. There's always too much paper to grade and never enough time to grade it. My classroom will never look the way I want it to. One good day always precedes an awful day. Just when I lose hope, something inspiring happens and just when I get cocky, something humbling occurs. I can never think of a good assembly idea or a good bulletin board idea. I don't like either. I do like class trips, tho. Three weeks to Christmas break. If only I could stop the conversations in my head, I might be able to survive this. All my students individually chose blue as their favorite color, with the exception of one, who likes brown. Almost all would ban littering if they ruled the world. Girls feel sad if they have a fight with their best friend, while the boys feel mad. MEMORY
Memory is selective. WORDING
Seven weeks and at least nineteen hours of diversity conversations later, I still don't know what wording to use. BACK IN BUSINESS
My friend Jenn has just resigned from Teach For America. A class that knew how to use the three inexperienced teachers against each other. A class who has incredible potential. A class that made me cry several times this summer. A class where we felt like we tired everything but succeeded at nothing. A class where each student was special. This summer was incredibly rough for me. I could explain but I don't think it's possible to understand unless one has been through it personally. After all how difficult can it be to manage a bunch of third graders? I don't think there are enough words. Which is exactly why Jenn made a significant difference in my life in the first month I've known her. Which is why I feel traumatized knowing she won't be there with me in the next two years. Which is why I miss her already. Especially since I got my new job yesterday. South Bronx, here I come. Third grade, here I come. FINALLY
I suck at waiting. VORTEX
Anticipation. FEEL THE BURN
In November of 1999, I was asked to go on a six-month business trip to Japan. At the time, my situation at work was so bad that I knew I needed to get away. I agreed to go to the other side of the world and told myself that no matter what, I would find a way to resolve the issues before I returned to New York City. UNMOTIVATED
The radio pierces through my dreams. OUT THERE
If it's not perfect, it's worthless. If you don't completely know what you're talking about, don't even start talking. Being quiet is better than being wrong. Today, a teammate and I spent quite some time talking about the importance of voicing an opinion. It would be fair to say that he subscribes to the above beliefs. He generally doesn't offer an opinion on matters unless he feels confident that he knows what he's talking about. Unless he's fully grasped the concept, he's unwilling to take the risk of being incorrect. As I started explaining to him that when learning something new, none of us know all there is to know about something but we just give it a try, he said, "You mean you don't know what you're talking about in all those meetings?" I laughed. I don't. I really don't. I have some understanding of what we're trying to do, I have a good idea of what our goals are but I'm not as familiar with the tools as I'd like to be. None of this, however, is stopping me from trying. I come up with ideas, I present suggestions, I offer my perspective. I'm not saying I make it all up. I have thought about the issue at length, but I don't know all there is to know about it and I am making certain assumptions that might prove to be incorrect. I guess it all boils down to the fact that I'm not scared of being wrong. I think it's much better to have tried and failed than not to have tried at all. I told him it's like a kid trying to speak in full sentences before he can say the words correctly. If the kid was too scared to say the word incorrectly, he might never learn how to talk. Same goes for walking and most everything else we learn in life. Sometimes you plunge into the black hole before you can discover the beauties that lie within. I also told him that for every project to become reality, someone has to make the call, the decisions. Often times, the person thinks their idea will work well but they don't actually know it. If a team member is never willing to make the call cause they're unsure of the likeliness of success, the project would never conclude. Life is full of uncertainty. It's not perfect and an amazing number of people don't know what they're talking about. But that's okay. You don't need to know everything to have an opinion. As long as you're willing to admit the possibility of your being wrong, I don't think people get penalized for trying. I also think that you need to put yourself out there before you can reap the rewards of an effort. Sitting in your shell and not committing to anything might be comfy and cozy, but it won't let you progress. For me, one of the most important things in life is self-progress. So I put myself out there over and over again. I fail, I get hurt, I get mad, I get disappointed. And I pick myself up and do it all over again. And in those rare times when I succeed, the feeling is beyond words. What do you think? Previously? Airplanes and Strangers. TEARS AND MEETINGS
I had an important meeting this morning. I usually don't work on Mondays but this issue had been bothering me for quite some time and I knew that the Managing Director only had a few available hours in the week and I knew the matter could not be put off another week. Or I might have blown up. For someone as emotional as I, conversations about a discomfort with current project setup tend to be complicated. Most often, by the time I get to make the appointment, I've been obsessing about the problem for quite a long while. Since I tend to involve my emotions and make a mountain of small issues, I always need to step back and disengage my feelings. I need to make sure there is a real problem before I start asking people to notice it. Not to undermine myself, I am pretty observant and intuitive, so I do often notice real issues before they become major disasters. The problem is, I have a real hard time turning off my feelings. I remember how my emotions totally spiraled out of control by the last year in my previous job. There were so many unfair, unprofessional and unacceptable situations that I couldn't concentrate on anything but the problems. The lack of prevention and resolution was mind-boggling. A most common scenario would be my walking into my manager's office to professionally bring up an issue that needed his help. My manager was so dense and so incredibly bad at understanding people that he would choose the worst possible way to handle the situation and within minutes I would either be extremely frustrated or in tears. The thing is, no one will take you seriously if you're crying. People tend to take crying as a sign of weakness. While I agree that crying is not professional and should not necessarily be done in a manager's office, often times tears don't mean that there isn't a real issue beneath all the strong emotion. But crying isn't going to get you the results. And it all comes down to resolution. If you're not in your manager's office to get the issue resolved, you should be talking to friend, who's going to listen to you and offer words of consolation. I've learned that the best way for me to control my emotions and ensure that I stick to the problem at hand is to write things down. Now, before I go to a meeting, I make a list of points and valid complaints. I walk in with suggestions on possible tracks of resolution. I try to come up with examples to back up my arguments and recommendations. And I keep telling myself that it's not personal. It's not about me. It's about the project. So today, I walked into the office, stated my case and we had a productive and professional conversation about it. And I didn't shed a tear. Previously? Unconventional. THE QUESTIONS WE FORGET TO ASK
As a kid I asked questions incessantly. My mom tells me that her friends used to tell her to stop constantly answering my inquiries. But she didn't. She'd take the time to answer no matter what or how much I asked. Kids tend to ask all sorts of questions. Why is the sky blue? Why does it get dark? They question everything. Even the most fundamental concepts have to be proven from scratch to satisfy a child's curiosity. Children also don't know what's right and what's wrong. Through the help of their parents and the society in which they live, they learn not to say certain things, not to act certain ways. They learn the obstacles that others place in our world, and soon enough they learn to create their very own. As we grow up, we somehow stop asking questions. I'm not entirely sure if it's because our curiosity is quenched or because we are taught that it's bad form to ask too much. At one point, we figure out possible outcomes and condition our lives around them. Instead of pushing the boundaries we learn to live within them. A simple no is enough to stop us from trying. We even makeup excuses to reassure our lack of persistence. 'I didn't really want that anyway.' or 'Who needs that?' are statements most commonly used by people who didn't get what they really wanted but aren't willing to admit it to themselves. Remember when you wanted to go away with your friends for the weekend and your parents wouldn't let you? (or a sleepover, a concert, you can substitute just about anything) Did you give up after asking once? If you're like most teenagers, I bet you came up with a million creative ways of asking. You tried begging, bartering, pleading, threatening. Some of you might have even sneaked out for the night, although you never got the green light to go. The answer no was simply unacceptable. Where did all that creative energy go? How does that non-relenting teenager become the adult who can't overcome a simple obstacle? Since when does a lack of degree stop you from achieving your dream job? Or lack of previous experience from trying something new? Not only do we not try to overcome obstacles as strongly as we used to, we also stop questioning the fundamentals. When I was interviewing for a job during my senior year, my decision came down to two firms: the firm I work for now and a well-known consulting firm. There were many advantages and disadvantages to either, which I won't go into here, but my decision was easy once I figured out how the consulting firm worked. The firm had a few pieces of software that were built in-house. Genuine solutions built from client requirements. Most likely built by good coders/designers, but who knows? Since then, the firm had been tweaking and changing bits and pieces of the original code to make it work with any new client's requirements. They never really took the time to figure out what the client truly wanted, they just listened with an ear towards how they could tweak the current software. I could never work in that firm. A common occurrence, especially in the ever-evolving and expansive world of technology, is people trying to fit problems into their pre-prepared set of solutions. This consulting firm had an available set of solutions and somehow no client needed a different something new. Since when did we start fitting the problems into the solutions? Since when did we decide repeating what we knew to make us look good was better than expanding onto the unknown? Since when is taking the opportunity to learn something new and to truly listen to the client's needs a bad idea? When did we become such copouts? As adults we reach a state where we've done something a certain way for so long, that we never ask the original why again. We never go back to the fundamentals and try to see it from a different perspective. We never see it without all the preconceived notions we hold. Somewhere between childhood and adulthood, we forget to ask all the important questions. Previously? Multitasking. WILL WORK FOR FOOD
I've been thinking about work a lot lately. About why I do what I do that is. No, I'm not independently wealthy, and yes, I know that I work so I can make money. But I also know that there are a million, billion ways to make money. So I guess I'm not talking about working as a concept as much as my actual job itself. I graduated college, that's university for my British readers, almost five years ago. Upon graduation, all too sad to be leaving the breathless beauty that is Pittsburgh, I moved to New York and joined an investment bank, which I still work for, as a programmer. In my first three years, I worked on multiple projects, all on the UNIX platform with the amazing Motif GUI libraries or the even more fun TK ones, and coded shell scripts, perl scripts, and C code. I traveled to London several times, and even lived there for a few months because of a major project. I learned a tremendous amount in those three years, mostly from the very intelligent people in my surroundings. My department also had an overwhelming amount of evening and, at times, weekend support work, so I spent what easily qualifies as obscene hours working. In my forth year, I was asked to go to Tokyo for an extended business trip. Two of the team members there had recently quit, leaving the group in a very difficult situation. Since I'd previously worked for that manager and knew him to be amazing, I seriously considered the offer. Six months without Jake in a country where I didn't speak the language, and one that was incredibly far away both from New York and Istanbul, seemed a bit insane. But I decided it was exactly what I needed. I was having problems with some of the people I worked with and there was way too much politics going on in my group in New York so work-wise it was the best alternative at the time. And I figured that if Jake and my relationship couldn't survive a six-month long distance, it was better to find out now. I also decided I needed to challenge myself. I needed to find out that I could live without Jake, if I had to, and that I could go to a totally foreign country and make it just fine. So even though just about all of my friends recommended otherwise, I accepted the offer. And it turned out to be one of the greatest six months of my life. I loved the people I worked for and with, even the work I did was more fun. I got promoted. I learned not only more about coding, but I can also now speak Japanese. I was totally unfamiliar with Japanese culture and had never been to the Far East. I found out that I could do on my own just fine. My relationship with Jake got ten times stronger. And I decided that as soon as I returned back to the States, I would change my job. I came back to New York on May 19, 2000. The very next day, I flew home to Turkey to celebrate my mother's fiftieth birthday and my twin nephews' first one. While there, I decided that what I really wanted to do was work part-time. I wanted the time to do other things. I wanted to go to museums. I wanted to volunteer. I wanted to take more classes. I wanted to enjoy life more. Read more books. I came back to New York with the intention of looking for a part-time job internally until the end of the summer and if I couldn't find one by then, I would look elsewhere. People kept insisting that there were no part-time positions in the firm and that I would end up having to quit. And of course that wasn't the case. I had several options and finally accepted the job that I currently have. Now I get to write an application from scratch. That's a dream job. Most people in companies like mine get to fix or enhance other people's code. My team and I get to decide our database schema, our system flows, our platform, the languages we'll use, and even the GUI layouts. To top it off, I only work Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. Sounds perfect, right? Well it was. It is. But I still spend many of my days asking myself why I do this. Is this what I really want to do? What do I want to do? And I can't get the questions out of my mind. I love coding and I don't see myself ever giving it up. I write code for myself, for my friends, and for Jake. But I also want to feel like my work helps others or the world in general. I want to make more of a difference. I want to work with people who will challenge me. And I also want to work from home. I want to be able to work in my pajamas. I want to have my own hours. And, of course, the question that keeps recurring is: Why don't I? Why don't I just do it? Previously? Criticism. LACK OF KNOWLEDGE
I generally feel pretty excited to be at work on Wednesday mornings. Especially this week, since Friday was a holiday, after the five-day weekend I was totally ready to walk in there and kick some butt. And I did. For a while. I cancelled all my morning meetings and did a huge amount of work. I made decisions, I figured out some of the stuff that had been frustrating me awhile, I called my teammates and organized stuff. By the time I walked into my 1pm meeting, I'd already accomplished more than half the items on my to-do list and I felt good. I was in the zone. The 1pm meeting wasn't even for me. My application is supposed to use this library that's written by another team and they wanted me to explain some of my object model so they could be sure the library would function properly. As I sat there explaining my system and its parts, they started talking about how I should organize the information so it would work. And I sat there trying to decipher what exactly they meant. I'm not familiar with the library as much as I'd like to be and I kept getting more and more frustrated as they spoke. By the time I left the meeting, I was kaput for the rest of the day. I sat in my chair, deflated and unwilling to do anything. After a few minutes of trying to listen to my thoughts, I realized that it was my lack of knowledge that made me mad. I hate the idea of being involved with something I don't fully understand. I'm not just talking about the fear of starting a new project where you've never done such a thing and you feel clueless and don't have any idea where to even begin. This was worse than that. I have to use this library. I have to really understand it or I'm screwed. And right now, I don't have the time to sit and learn it. I have a million other things I'm supposed to do for this project. I think this is why I take so many classes, I hate being in an environment where I'm clueless and I have this intense need to learn everything so the two put together make my life all about school. I guess it could be worse, though I'm not really sure anymore. Previously? Conditioning. MONEY
Each time I go to another "for women" meeting, I get more and more disappointed in members of my gender. As a way of celebrating Women's History Month (which pisses me off in so many ways that I won't go into it) my firm organized a session on women and money. I ran to the session twenty minutes late cause I had a meeting, so I can't vouch for the first part of the meeting. But the second part gave me enough frustration to last a few weeks. It also confirmed my suspicions that I must not be female. The first thing the presenter does is ask people what their parents taught them about money. Several hands go up. Women say: "My dad told me never to pay on a date.", "My mom used to sing 'Daddy's coming home, he'll give us all his money.'", "My mom told me to marry rich.", and this went on and on. Holy Fucking Shit! Is this the 21st century or not? Every single woman in this room is working at quite a prestigious firm, so we're not talking people who went to college to find a husband. Or why would they be working? My mom never graduated high school. My father never finished college. Both have worked pretty much every single day I've been alive. Neither ever told me to make the man pay or that I'd never be able to make money on my own. I don't mean to imply that my parents never disagreed about money. They fought all the time, even though we were fortunate enough to have enough to go around. My father used to hate the enormous phone bills so much that when my sister and I were teenagers, he had machines installed on the phone lines to cut us off after three minutes (cost multiplies in Turkey every three minutes so the longer you're on the phone, the more you pay). It wasn't that we didn't have the money to pay; he just got irritated by how much we took advantage of the situation. Most money related issues were handled similarly. If we really wanted something we got it but not if it was merely caprice. For some reason, I don't think that either my sister or I never took anything for granted. We never assumed that all we wanted could be ours. Even now, we're more likely to not buy something than go crazy with shopping. So I don't know whether my parental education on issues of money was any healthier than other people's but I was never ever told that I would need a man to provide the cash in my life. The presenter says that a large population of women fear being a "bag lady". Huh? She claims this is a common fear in wealthy, professional women. Huh? Maybe I'm snotty, but I have never ever had that fear. Or anything equivalent. Is that cause I'm fortunate enough to have a family who's financially secure? Nope. I know better than to assume that money today has any guarantees. My parents could get sick and that money would disappear literally within days due to doctors' fees. They could make bad investments. There are a million things that could go wrong. I could even lose my own savings overnight and be forced to start from scratch. So what? Don't I still have a brain? Even if all technology jobs dried up and I couldn't get something in my field, I could learn a new skill. How is it that women question their capacity to mold to different situations? And don't even get me started on the presenter's opinion on women and math. I'm so sick of women becoming victims and I'm even sicker of women who victimize themselves. I have many fears, but the ability to make money has never been one of them. It seems that makes me a minority in my gender. What a shame. Previously? Unspoken. ANTS IN MY PANTS
As my backache dissipates, life is becoming fun once more. Everything must be good cause I've been searching for trouble lately. Last week, I picked a fight with Jake three days in a row. I looked for any possible excuse and tried to be overly harsh and too judgmental. Having been with me for as long as he has, Jake was kind and patient and didn't let me stupidly ruin our relationship. A similar scenario ensued at work. I told my workmate that if people get on my nerves, I might just walk out. That maybe I'll move to San Francisco or even Turkey. Maybe drive across country. Just something drastic and different. To which my very sweet workmate responded, "Please don't quit now. Finish this project and then quit." Obviously I don't want to quit my job or leave Jake. I have this amazing setup at work and I adore my job. And you already know how I feel about Jake. So it seems rather odd that I have this urge to ruin my life. But I do. Not to ruin my life, really. But to do something drastic. Something crazy. Something wildly uncharacteristic. Something that I can tell my kids about. Something I can't tell my parents about. The thing is, I probably won't do a thing. I never have. Previously? Mental Trance. DINNER OUT
Jake came home last night and said he wanted to take me out to dinner. Since my back got real bad, I’ve been spending almost all my free moments in bed, so this was a refreshing change. We walked over to this little Italian restaurant in our neighborhood and sat for a cozy meal. I started talking about my struggles at work. I seem to be one of those people who takes everything to heart. Everything is extremely important and everything is personal. As I explained the situation I’m having at work, he told me that I can’t do everything. He talked about redefining my ideas of what makes me successful at my job. He explained that even if my project becomes a major failure in my eyes, it might be seen as a huge success by my users and managers. He’s right, of course. Sometimes even if I’m aware that I didn’t do a detail in the perfect way, it doesn’t affect the system in a visible way and no users are disappointed. Working for a corporation, especially one whose main line of business is not technology is as much about politics as it is about building systems. You need to make sure that you lose some fights so the user feels like he’s getting his way even if what he wants is wrong and you know it. Even if I build the most amazing system that functions in the most efficient way possible, if no users use it, the system is a failure. The trick is to make everyone feel like the system was especially built for them while not giving up the idea of building it the right way. One of the reasons I am building this system is cause the two other systems that are supposed to function in the same way were both built with a narrow-minded focus and they are inflexible. As I explained to Jake last night, one of the reasons I went part-time a few months ago was to use my time more efficiently. In the last four years, I had to put way too much face-time and it drove me crazy. I’m happy to stay at work until the wee hours of the morning if I have work to do, but during the quiet times, I like to leave early and do the million other things I’d rather be doing. I figured that if I only worked three days a week, I’d have more to do on those days and I’d stop feeling like I was giving up my life to make money. I am delighted to say that I was right and my new schedule is fantastic. I get tons of work done and I can take eight classes a week and spend a day volunteering. I get to use my minutes more wisely and feel much more fulfilled. As a side effect to this new belief system, my ideas of success seem to have morphed as well. Since I have sort of taken myself off the road to quick stardom and upward mobility, I am less concerned about whether others think that I did a good job. I want to do things the right way. At least, I want to know what the right way is and then make it an active choice not to go that way (if there is a decent reason) . I don’t want to work just to make money, I want my work to push me to learn and to challenge myself. Otherwise, I’m back to wasting time. I’m not saying I don’t care what the users think or whether my team members agree with me, I’m just saying that I don’t want to do things the sloppy way. I want to feel good about my job. I want to feel like I learn, like I make a difference, and I want to be proud of the quality of work I deliver. It seems that’s too much to ask. Previously? Help Me! LIFE'S WORK
I've always known what I wanted to do with my life. At age 7, I decided I wanted to work with computers. I didn't even have a computer, so I have no idea how I came to that conclusion but I did. At age 12, I decided I wanted to go to the United States for college. Those two decisions have never changed. For a while, I entertained the idea of going to college in Toronto, where my aunt lives, but the moment I visited Carnegie Mellon, I knew I was destined to end up in the US. I've also contemplated going into a career where I'd get to restore paintings by using computers. But my main decisions of leaving my homeland and going into a field that seriously involved computers never changed. Until now. At the age of 17, I did leave Turkey and attend Carnegie Mellon, majoring in Information Systems with minors in Art and Computer Science. I even got a Masters degree in management at the same time. During the summer of my junior year, I worked at Bell Laboratories (they hadn't become Lucent, yet). As much fun as that was, I decided to join a firm that wasn't primarily a technology firm. I figured since technology was my field, I'd make sure to keep up on it either way and I wanted to join a firm where I'd have the opportunity to also learn about another field. So, after graduation, I joined a really prestigious investment bank. It is the kind of firm where I could make a career and since I'm happy to dedicate myself to a firm, it all sounded great to me. Unfortunately, my first few years didn't work out all that well. I've had successes and happy days. I got to live in London for several months and in Tokyo for six months. So it's not that I haven't had great opportunities, but I've also had some unfortunate situations. Due to that, last May, I decided I needed a drastic change in my life. For the first time ever, I started questioning my choices. As much as I like computers, I wondered whether that's what I want to spend my life doing. I bought a whole bunch of books on choosing a career; I was desperate to figure out what I was really meant to do. I considered every option including going back to college, taking some time off, moving to a different company, moving to a different area in my company, and many others. At the end, I stayed in the same firm. I moved to a totally different area and I work three days a week. I work from Wednesdays to Fridays. On Mondays, I take three or four classes and on Tuesdays, I volunteer at the New York Society for the Deaf. I am the first to admit that I have a great setup and I'm enjoying it tremendously. I am 100% happier. The thing is, I still don't know what I want to do. While my current situation is amazing, I'm not really sure how long it will last. I have this continuous nagging voice inside that keeps telling me that I need to make up my mind. For a girl who knew what she wanted since 7, the idea of all this unknown is really scary and I truly hate that I can't just relax and enjoy my current good luck. If anyone has good ideas on how I can figure out what I should do with my life, I am truly open to any and all suggestions. If you know how to shut up my little voice, speaking up about that would be amazingly useful, as well. How did you know what you wanted to do with your life? SPEECH
Yesterday, the president of Smith College, Dr. Ruth J Simmons, came to give a speech where I work. The speech was exclusively for women and there was such an overwhelming response, that I almost couldn't attend it. She told us a little of her life story and how she made it to where she is. I liked some of the points she made so much, that I wanted to record them. Please note that these are my interpretations of her words, not her actual words. One of the things she mentioned was how she never had a true mentor. She had many people help shape her life and future but no one person she emulated fully. She said that for the most part, she tried to make her own journey. She used the word journey in conjunction with life often and advised us to ensure our journeys are not imitations of others. I think that's precious advice. When you see someone at a spot you see yourself reaching one day, try to observe how she got there. Approach them and ask questions. You'd be amazed at how many people love to be approached. But when it comes to your path, lay your own. We all have one life to live, at least one that we remember, and we should make it memorable. Don't take the easy road by stealing other people's experiences. Make your own. At the end, even if you haven't reached the desired goal, the journey will have been amazing. Another point she made was about working at a place where you can be who you are. I think most of us try to fit into the culture of a firm instead of finding a firm where the culture fits who we are. If you work with people who appreciate who you are instead of telling you to change, you will flourish and be immensely more productive. Not to mention, happy. I think it's crucial, for personal fulfillment, to work at a place that celebrates who you are instead of trying to stump your growth. Similar to the above comment, she mentioned being loyal to your firm. She said that if you're loyal during the good days, be even more loyal during the bad ones. One of the values that disappeared with the booming economy is loyalty. One of the things that makes you loyal to the firm is how you feel about what they do and the kind of people who work there. If you're proud of your firm and think it to be exceptional, leaving becomes a difficult decision. Take the time to think about the place where you spent most of your day. Are you proud of where you work? Does it represent you as a person? Dr. Simmons gave a lot of other great advice. Some of which I agreed with and others where I had a differing point of view. Either way, it was a really interesting and enjoyable hour. KINKOS This week’s Work article of Word is by a Kinko's employee and it's quite neat. This woman, Natasha Werther, talks about how she used to be a teacher and how she likes this job better. There are two things she mentions that I found particularly interesting. One is how, even when we grow up, we're put through tests and situation that make us fell like children. Like, in their case, they had to take this psychological exam as part of their application and then they had to take classes and exams while employed there. Also, she mentions the mystery shoppers and how the managers praise people in public and how no one wants to not have done well cause everyone will know about it. It’s funny how we always want people to think well of us and how desperate we are to please. While it's possible that Kinko’s does more of this than other firms, most large companies do treat their employees like children. They make you take tests or go through training about the company's culture. I find it quite interesting that when you're a kid, you look forward to a time when your words will not be overridden by adults and then you grow up and, in some ways, act even more childish than you ever did before. For example, the reason we have subjects like 'Is he approachable?' in our yearly feedback forms is because as they grow up, people become more judgmental and start segregating people. Whereas a kid who's never been told that someone is less important than he is would never know to make such a differentiation. Which then becomes the reason to treat these so-called adults like children. Therein lies the irony of the entire thing. Another interesting point she makes is about how her job has resolutions as opposed to everything else in life. She mentions teaching and marriage as examples. I think this is one of the reasons I like programming so much. When my code works, I feel a huge sense of accomplishment. The same goes for the 3-D graphics I do. Immediate feedback and a sense of completion. (Tho both in art and programming, you can always tweak things to be more perfect.) I get the same feeling when I finish a book. While I'm sad it's over, I feel fulfilled. In a world where we have no way of fixing or changing many things, it feels good to have something completed. Go read the word article, I think you might find it interesting, too. Let me know what you thought of it. Btw, I remember when word had that three-eyed smiley and I used to love it. I wish they brought it back. Even though they have some really neat layouts and effects, I miss the little smiley dude. |
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