And so, with the arrival of autumn I catch a cold. I’ve spent most of the day with my head wrapped in cotton wool while I attempt to navigate the usual comedy of errors at work. I’m having a wee dram o’ the ol’ 12 year Highland Park for medicinal purposes.
Despite operating with a mental handicap of about 17 today I managed to save the day at least once with a reasonably high level of hackery. I like to think I’ve just about attained the level of tech “hero” at work now, although I’m a little way short of my boss, who is a most persistent and cunning individual.
I think I’ve been fortunate with my bosses over the years because I feel I’ve learned things from each one. Perhaps the most valuable lesson I’ve learned — and continue to learn — is to judge what is worth spending time on and what is not. Tonight, through the mental fog, this finally tuned capability is telling me I should spend more time enjoying my whisky and less time sitting in front of a damn computer. Good night!
Mmmm… Highland Park!
Are my passionate rantings about Highland Park actually having an impact on someone? Or, as I think is more likely, did the Michael Jackson Whiskey book point you in the right direction?
By the way – I started my blog again today…..