I Can't Get No Satisfaction

Every once in a while, I consider writing in this blog again. Life goes on, and for me it is largely unrecorded. The fact that I haven't had a decent camera in the last half a year doesn't help.

The last time I wrote on here I had been working at SirsiDynix for a few months. I've now been there just over a year and a half. Six months ago I moved in with some of my best friends in Provo, and I really wish I had taken pictures of our setup in the living room. Having a living room ringed with computers is probably the nerdiest I could have gotten, but it was fun while it lasted. Once again I get to move, though I'll be with guys I know not nearly so well. Such is life.

Once again that drive to get out of Provo has hit me pretty hard, constantly nagging at me. I recognize what it is this time. I felt the same thing (though much more intensely) before I got my job at SirsiDynix. I've reached dissatisfaction once again.

I'm still in my college town. I like Provo more than many do, but my feet itch. Moving this weekend shows how very difficult going elsewhere will be, but I think it would help. I would leave a lot behind, though, which is one of the many things that leaves me unsure. Fix the other problems and my feet get less itchy.

My salary is not the greatest. I have managed to make myself one of the more valuable members of my team, but you wouldn't recognize that looking at my pay. Not that it matters much—there is little mobility within the company, from what I have seen (though that depends somewhat on your skill set and ambition).

Worst of all, I have not been writing. At all. I play around with ideas, but I have not been writing the way I could and should. My one hope with the new place is that perhaps I will dedicate myself a bit more to my real work and start churning out some word count again. I so very much need to focus.

So there you go, one of those rare times in which I will actually complain a bit. Otherwise life is great. I just need to do more with it.