wait you mean you don’t use the word ‘fortnight’ in america???
Wait what? Then what do they use?
they don’t have a word
this is unacceptable
I just tried to work out how I would explain why it’s called that to an American and it JUST hit me that a fortnight is 14 days…
Then I totally stopped learning.
As I’m ‘in house’, the job doesn’t vary much so I got comfy just doing what I knew until about two weeks ago when the company asked me to redesign their site. They had some ideas about what they wanted but it was mostly up to me - the difference between this and any other site I’ve done is that this is a site for a company that sells web products so it needs to be both awesome and totally functional. Obviously I always make things functional but there is absolutely no room for error with this. Even the source code has to look decent (so no cheats!) It’s also a much bigger project than I’m used to and on a much tighter deadline (which explains why I’m working on it on a Saturday afternoon despite keeping regular office hours) It also means I have to do all the graphics whereas I would normally team up with a designer.
Basically, I’m in right at the deep end with nothing but Notepad++, Photoshop, Google and lots of sugar free Irn Bru to get me through. I was totally stressing until I realised how much better I’d got at my job over the last two weeks. I’ve learnt SO much just by doing what I’ve always done and I’m actually well chuffed with how it looks so far. I done good!
It’s really motivated me though because I feel like I should just go and do all the stuff I’ve been putting off (outside of the computer-world) and make it happen.
Fucking up, doing it wrong, stressing out and fixing shit is how you learn. Way better than sitting about being scared to try things.
I joined Fitocracy today and it’s actually really awesome. It’s basically a social network for working out where you can log and track all the exercise you do, share hints and tips and cheer each other on.
It also means that if I don’t log any exercise for a while, friends on there can tell me off :p
Today I feel like I’m made of jelly after my first day on the weights but hopefully that means they’re working and I can have lovely arms in no time!
So apparently I woke Stephen up last night by shouting “FOR FUCK’S SAKE”…
Me: “Stop jumping on the bed. All of you!”
Him: “All of us? There’s nobody else here”
Me: “I know that, but there’s 5 of you. Just stop it”
Him: “erm, ok, sorry”