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osprey
Thursday, July 29 1999
This morning as I rode my bike to work I saw an Osprey perched upon a lamp post above the Sunset Cliffs Bridge over the San Diego River. From a distance I had trouble figuring out what sort of bird he was, since the ample white of his head looked so much like the luminous morning gloom that was his backdrop. As I passed beneath him, it seemed that he had the body language and facial expression of someone who is bored and looking for excitement.
At work, the mid-summer deadlines have started arriving like great ocean waves. So we among the engineers stay late and work hard, oblivious to our rapidly vanishing bonuses. We've known from the start how unrealistic the deadlines were, but still some sort of inertia and a great deal of corporate mind control keeps us going. It's only a matter of days before all the deadlines arrive and pass, but until they do, the climate of insanity will continue. Back in the old South, slaves may have had it bad, but at least (for the most part) they got to go to bed at night. That's better than the current situation with most of my colleagues.
In amongst this madness, I've been teaching myself SQL and database design (Eric the Web Developer, who is 21 years old, has served as my occasional teacher). When our IPO is a whimper instead of a bang, when the minimum wage passes my own, when I can no longer stand the embarrassment of working for a me-too portal, I'd like to be able to put SQL on my resumé and get a genuinely cool job.
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