February 25th, 2013


In which I get a haircut and don't know what I want to do for a real job

This weekend was the first weekend in a while where I haven't had anything 'big' planned - that is, anything that would take up more than half a day of my time. I spent it pottering about, reading easy fiction (one of the Dragon Age spinoff novels that tells the backstory of Maric and Loghain), watching Battlestar Galactica and plotting with Dr Wheel about rearranging the house and turning the downstairs office into a movie theatre and general hanging out room while commandeering the upstairs bit for Doing Stuff in. Jury's still out on whether this is a good idea or not.

In between these demanding activities, I:

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I think I've decided I don't want to be a manager. From what I can tell, managers do a lot of organising and directing and spend a lot of time dealing with issues, but don't get to do a lot of hands-on research/anaysis/reporting/recommendation stuff, which is what I'm good and and interested in. Advisor seems like a better name for what I want to do. Which sounds fluffier but seems to be a useful role just the same. Hm...