Mirabile Dictu

The train journey down to Reading on Thursday evening was nothing short of miraculous. In fact, I think it was actually a first. Uncrowded – busy, but not rigid.

But the miraculous part? The part that made me think Virgin didn’t know I was on this train? The thing wasn’t just on-time, but it actually came in to Reading FIVE minutes early! My flabber has never been quite so gasted.


Interviewage

Well, both interviews went well – even the travel to London was OK, which was a bit of a shocker. The first one had some techie guff I honestly didn’t know, but I think I made up for it by understanding where I’d gone wrong and so on. Always helps, really.

The second one was interesting too – and I’ve got a second interview with them on Monday! Eek. Talk about time moving in really quickly. Still, I guess that I should be optimistic on that score, and fingers crossed for Monday…


Retrospective

Pixeldiva wrote about the way her life has changed this year. I’m really pleased that things are working out for her, and congratulations again on the new job!

In many ways, my year has been very similar. Ups, downs, highs, lows, and a curve that looks like a moonshot.

Looking back in the archives to the start of this year, I was at a low ebb then. The previous year had worn me down, and I was hoping that 2004 would be a lot calmer. Come to that, I was also planning on spending the next Festering Season™ somewhere other than the UK. So, got both of those wrong then!

In the last year there’s been whole worlds of change. In February I was surprised by one person (who I never really wrote about, except in some very roundabout ways) and let down by another. (another thing I never really wrote all that much about) Over the summer I ended up being even more surprised by another person, and things changed immensely.

The person who let me down had continued to do so, and it ended up with us going seperate ways. It’s not easy walking away from a decade-long friendship, but on this occasion it had to be done – and I still don’t regret it. Sometimes it’s odd, thinking “Oh, I must tell them that”, but no, there’s no regret and no doubt. Everything took time, because I didn’t want to end with a “what if?” moment – and that’s worked, there’s not been a “what if?” thought at all. Does he read d4d™? I have no idea. I don’t honestly care that much – but I suspect he doesn’t, it’d be far too much like showing interest.

And now we’re at the end of the year. I’m moving back down to the South, and new job, new house, new(ish) relationship, and spending Christmas in Norfolk. In all honesty it couldn’t be much further away from any situation I’d envisioned for where I’d be at the end of the year. Huge leaps (one might even say quantum leaps) have been made, and I’ve changed immeasurably over the last twelve months. 2005 is going to involve more of the same, but a lot of it will be developing things that’ve started up this year.

This time last year I hadn’t even printed a photo – now my stuff is on walls in a few houses. I’ve done photo work I’ve been paid for, and also submitted (and been rejected) stuff for an exhibition. I’m going to keep on with it, and see how I do once I’ve moved, though.

Tomorrow I interview for new jobs, and all I can do at the moment on that score is “wait and see”. I’m trying to find a balance between optimism and pessimism. And failing.

I’ve no idea what 2005 will bring – if this year has taught me one thing, it’s that sometimes everything is out of our hands, and we just have to ride the waves it throws our way.


Counting the Days

In 12 hours I’ll be down in Berkshire.
In 24 hours I’ll be in the first interview of the day – the big job I’m really interested in.
In 2 weeks I’ll be without a job.
In 2 weeks 1 day it’ll be Christmas Eve.
In 3 weeks I’ll probably be sorting out stuff for moving – well, at least some of it, clothing and the like.
In 3 weeks 1 day I’ll have handed in my month’s notice on the house I’ve been living in for the last 18 months.
In 8 weeks time I’ll be completely moved.

Time’s flying on. Scary.


Semi-Organised

Two weeks today will be my final day in this job. I can’t bloody wait.

Unfortunately it also occurred to me that this also means that in very slightly more than two weeks (17 Days, to be precise), it’s going to be bloody Christmas. “Oh bugger”, thoughteth I.

So last night and today, I’ve actually written out and sent all my cards for the festering season. In fairness, there’s not all that many – not much of a shocking revelation really, for anyone who actually knows me. But at least it’s all done now.

Amazingly, I’m even pretty much done on the shopping list now – I think there’s two or three things I need to still sort out, but I’m pretty much sorted out for the most part.

But for this year, I have to say, the main reasons I’m looking forward to Christmas (and even more to the time when it’s finished) are that I’ll have left this job, and be moving.


Debugging code

I’ve been writing some new stuff today for a website, which involves the admin area, and an automated changing of the password from the default.

For ages it wouldn’t work. It wasn’t redirecting to the “change password” page when all the variables were saying it should be doing. I’ve been through every stage, getting the script to print out the variable values in an effort to find out what was going wrong, and why it wasn’t working. Twenty minutes of debug effort later, I’ve realised what it was.
PHP uses a simple command called Header to redirect to another page. The version I had read
  Header(Location : http://www.website.org.uk/adminarea/change_password.php);
when it should have read
  Header(Location: http://www.website.org.uk/adminarea/change_password.php);

Can you spot the difference?

Non-Geeky Version

I’m a fuckwit and on occasion can’t read code, and miss the fucking obvious.


Stumped

For some reason I really can’t think of much to write here today. Head’s full of PHP, Soap, Pear, and a whole bunch of other acronyms.