Of jobs and hellish camps.

So, I started my new job as a junior programmer with AAT last week Monday. I’m busy working on a program that parses log files and writes them to database. Doesn’t sound too challenging, but I’ve had to use the MFC, which I’ve never before seen in my life, so most of my time has been figuring it out. Then, I have to build an ASP frontend for it (fortunately I know quite a bit of ASP). I got a few memory issues this morning (ran it over the weekend), so now I’m going through my code with a fine-toothed comb looking for any potential memory leaks. It’s either that, or the database can’t cope with so many log entries – some of these log files that I’m dealing with are really enourmous. I’ll run another test on it this evening and see if I’ve resolved the problem, as I did find (and fix) a few leaks.

The job, however, is really great, as is the company that I’m now working for. They had their staff party on Thursday evening, and even I was given an award – the “Pump Up The Team” award, consisting of a small pump. Everyone got awards like that. That sort of thing would never have happened at CTI. I feel more like I’m doing something meaningful here, like I’m a part of something. Now if only I could get my code working…

I’m a little bit groggy as I write this, courtesy of the Church Youth Camp From Hell that I went on this last weekend. We were at Koinonia, which is a set of some rather shabby and derelict buildings on the R103 just past Botha’s Hill. It was the task of the older guys (me, rooijan and some others) to run the camp, which was quite a challenge when you consider that we were dealing with ~25 very energetic, naughty and hyperactive teenagers. I ended up in the same room as the extremists in the group, which resulted in me only getting some decent sleep at around 4am. Those who know me know that I’m not a late night person, and neither am I an early morning person – I am, in fact, a Sleep Person. If I don’t get my 10-12 hours of sleep per day I tend to exhibit the same behavioural patterns as a zombie. Hence today’s grogginess.

The whole experience has also put me off having children for life. Yes, I know I was a little bit of a naughty bugger when I was their age (admittedly, nothing much has changed) but I wasn’t THAT bad… Besides, all that girlfriends, wives and children do is get in the way of writing decent code and playing {insert favourite computer game here} into the wee hours of the morning. (No offence intended for those reading this with girlfriends, wives and children.)

At least when I fly out to Australia on Saturday I’ll be provided with eyeshades and earplugs. (Well, hopefully. It’s SAA, after all.)

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