There’s a point in every story when the author has to sit down and work out how to develop the character further. No different with me. I’m sitting and weighing up different roles in an attempt to figure out how to drive my personal development in the direction I want it to go.

Part of that will be a job, and part of that will be the not-job space in between. Many things have happened this week. I think about…4.

This week has been great. Still, I’m feeling restless. Let’s try to get to the bottom of that.

This has been a topsy-turvy few weeks. I’m still coming to terms with some things that happened and I’m going to work through them bit by bit. Normally this kind of post would be automatically published in a slack channel at work – it’s a cool idea, and it exposes me to people I wouldn’t otherwise get to meet – but this one…this one I’m still working out.

The punctuation has never been so caffeinated.

I have had a mixed week, friends. Pulling out a theme is proving difficult, other than the weird way the body reacts to a lack of sleep brought on by hay fever.

As a side note, waking up in a cold sweat and unable to breathe is way sexier in movies. I did it twice this week and it’s probably my second least favourite way to wake up.

I’ve been all over the place this week. There’s been three or four different focuses[mfn]I refuse to say foci, don’t @ me[/mfn] and they’re all very different. Mostly though this has been a good week. Not great, not terrible, but good.

I’ve had a week where I’ve been trying, in various ways, to sell myself and work out what I want to do. I’m coming to the conclusion that the question people like to ask – “What do you enjoy?” – is the wrong question for me. I’m putting this out there in the hope that other people will identify with it.

Do you know about Hilbert’s infinite hotel?

It’s a curious place. The room numbers start at 1, and they go on forever. There are an infinite number of rooms and tonight, they’re all full. Every single one.
A guest appears out of the darkness and asks the desk clerk if there is room. The clerk, of course, says yes. The night is dark, the guest is cold, and cold hard cash is, at the end of the day, cold hard cash. But where to put them?
It can’t be in room ‘infinity’, because that’s an absurd proposal. There’s no such number. Room 1 exists, but that room has an occupant. As does room 2. And so on, and so on.
The desk clerk considers this problem and comes to a conclusion. All that needs to be done is that everyone move up a room. The occupants of room 1 will go to room 2; room 2 to room 3, and so on. There are infinite rooms, after all. Everyone can just go to the room whose number is one greater than their current abode.

I feel like I’ve been walking a tightrope this week, in the sense that I’m balancing things and that it’s quite lonely. Let’s unpack that.

What a week!

This week I’ve been fighting with two different frameworks for two different languages, both apparently necessary for building a modern webservice. It’s awful. Don’t bother. There’s no such thing as a fullstack developer, and people who say they are are unicorns, ie: either fake, or metaphorically speaking a horse that can gore you to death.[mfn]This is a thing most horses dream about in their vicious, horsey heads[/mfn]