Distorted Rovings

Sometimes, things happen. We look at the situation with the best of intentions, and it simply doesn't work. This short post has taken me well over three hours to produce. After catching a box that was sliding (heavier than expected) directly on the shoulder joint, my typing has been severely limited, and hand- writing and -drawing even more so. And this is driving me insane. I want to say I've done a lot of study, and moving forward - but I haven't. I've been hyper-focused on a series of interviews, and attempting to tease out usable information given to me by those that are using another computer language, or a different framework. One of those folks is super-helpful: and makes me wish to go to the keyboard and type - but I can't. And it frustrates her and I. I have a longer post I've been working on, so I hope the next post is more informative!

We see many talents every day. Everyone who is doing a good job has skills that might be learned from. And finding out how they are able to accomplish their tasks will always increase our own skills, and help us develop an empathy for other people's challenges and tasks that might be invisible at a casual glance. Since I am happily applying for jobs, the interview questions come at me in batches, and really don't give me the opportunity to think, at that time, about the origins of my outlook. And conversations recently have led me to look at "What is quality, and acceptability, to me? And who did I first learn these ideas from?" I think the first one to give me the attitude of quality was a server at one of the restaurants that my father frequented for work purposes, and I occasionally was invited to join them. As a young person, the atmosphere of a slightly upscale eating area, with my father's coworkers around, was a treat – even if I was the youngest