Mercator Blog

Hi again,

this time from the Cherry Street - or, as the name of the street where my new flat is goes in original, Kirschstrasse. What a romantic name, don't you think. And as irony goes, you would probably find it amusing that on a street with such a name, which brings (associations with early movies/memories of childhood days long gone/sweet aroma of an onstarting summer), there is exactly one cherry tree. And at least ten warehouses of different sorts, which inevitably means sometimes quite persistent roar of heavy trucks. Man, do I like irony. But more on this - later.

I have actually taken the time to check when my last post on this blog was - not counting Rahul's copy of my "suggestion box" note, it was good 4 months back... How fast time flies never stops to amaze me. But looking back, recounting memories, experiences, and events, it didn't actually pass so unremarkably. I deduced my student loan with almost 1000 Euros. I have a new place to live. I have written, tested and released probably hundreds if not thousands lines of Java code. It is quite possible that I met and just passed by at least 10 women who could have been The Love Of My Life (tm). The world discovered its new fashionable hysteria - the swine flu. My beloved Manchester United lost a Champions League final. Real Madrid killed all that was left pure and clean in football. Scientists discovered a way to create almost perfect, almost eternal artificial human hamstrings. Hell, a whole new batch of Jacobs University graduates spilled into the big world of opportunities, which lurks After. You should have seen me, grinning wide, happy and proud and satisfied, while watching, at my workplace, on the stream broadcast, all those people, whom I knew, many of whom still close friends, passing by President Treusch, receiving their diplomas... Completely inexplicable why I did it, but I guess I was right that it is really not that easy, if not impossible, to tear this place (Jacobs U.) out of your system. Oh, and by the way, Niky (Hi, Niky!), I'm quite impressed how perfectly you pronounced the names of the Mercator graduates! Simply great!

So before I get really boring, I'm quickly reaching my point. Which is, basically, to give out some signals of my ongoing existence and to check on yours. Hi guys! I miss you! You know what, lately I've been thinking that even though the Mercator College Office is probably not the best job in the world in terms of pay or working hours (late night office cleaning, anyone? :D), or of some of the duties present (I still remember spending a weekend trying to introduce some "order" in the chaos that were the B and C basements, only for Sammy to actually get lost in my new "order" :)), it could well turn out to be the best job I'll ever have in terms of actual satisfaction and fulfillment... Just the feeling that you're doing something which is rudimentary nice, which is appreciated and actually, really makes people feel good - not, as it is with most jobs out in the world, simply hacking the day away, making money, taking part in a social system which is built around money and greed... I loved it.

Ah, anyway - I would not be getting that anti-uthopical just yet :) Have fun, you guys, you all who are reading this blog, and I'll try to write again soon! From the pivot of what I am trying to mould in a new home for myself - the Cherry Street...