Yet another absolutely exhausting week down. They’re all starting to blend together at this point. It is difficult to keep track when you are constantly running from pillar to post, managing this and starting up that, trying to coax people to do what you know they should do, and what they absolutely don’t want to do. When you are embarking on new projects on top of all of that, it makes life murderously busy.
The key to dealing with that sort of thing is to keep a sense of proportion. You have to. It’s the only way to stay sane and healthy.
When you get to a certain age (i.e., when you become one of Ye Olde Phartes, like me), you stop sweating the small shit. You recognise that there are more important things than sitting in front of a computer trying to cudgel your uncooperative brain into figuring out that last line of the spreadsheet, or trying to compose that last all-important email.
That is the age when you simply close your computer up, get off your fat duff, and go outside for a breath of fresh air. Which inevitably turns into an hour and a half of just aimless walking, simply for the sheer pleasure of it. And which eventually brings you back home, tired yet refreshed, to grab your gear and go to the gym. (Unless your back hurts and your head pounds, in which case you are far better off staying at home and playing some HALO 3: ODST, of course.)
See, life is short and fleeting, and if you spend all of it chasing after illusory rewards and money, you will never actually enjoy it.
This is a hard lesson and it took years for it to sink in for me. I used to work very hard indeed to try to get ahead. How could I not? That’s how I was raised. My parents did the best they could with me, but they gave me some SERIOUSLY faulty programming when it came to the whole “success comes from hard work” thing. That is only PARTLY true – I’d wager that, these days, the correlation between work and success is less than 20%.
Hard work will get you a long way. That much is absolutely true. But the majority of your success will not come from how good you are at your job, how technically skilled you are, or how many hours you work.
No, the majority of your success will come from simply BEING AN INTERESTING PERSON, whom other people want to know and work with and involve in decisions.
Do you want to know how you become an interesting person?
Close down your laptop, get off your fat ass, and go outside for a walk. And just keep walking. And walking some more.
You’ll never know what kinds of interesting people you will meet on the road – especially if you are not like me, i.e. a curmudgeonly git who walks while listening to POWERWOLF through headphones and glaring at others around you.
But if you keep an open enough mind, you might just find that you will have chance encounters with precisely the sorts of events, people, and locations that will turn you from a boring fat slob into an interesting person with a distinctive point of view and something to offer beyond mere technical ability.
That’s how you get ahead – by making yourself interesting, hence valuable.
And speaking of interesting, let’s talk about the lady of the week.
Now, there are some rather strongly competing tastes here at Didactic Mind when it comes to the ladies. Longtime Readers know perfectly well that my tastes run to tall, well-honed, well-rounded Slavic ladies, particularly those with grey eyes. Some of those same Longtime Readers also have severe cases of Gingervitis, which is to say, a serious predilection for redheads. And, since I don’t generally share those same tastes – because redheads are nucking futs, overall, Any Fule Kno That, and they also don’t have souls – those guys don’t generally get a lot of love during these weekly segments.
So when God drops a gift in your lap that covers all possible bases, more or less, men like me damn well better pay attention and act upon it.
That is why this week’s lovely lady is Russian, with possibly grey (more likely blue) eyes, with a very nice figure, AND a redhead.
Truly, gentlemen (especially Dire Badger), am I not kind?
Her name is Angelina Michelle, though as far as I can tell, her real name is Angelina Andreeva (Ангелина Андреева), age 26, from Rostov-on-Don (Ростов-на-Дону) in southwest Russia. Based on what I can find out about her, she attended the Southern Federal University in her city, and chose to become an Instagram model and personality on the basis of… well, her looks, obviously. Given the following that she’s picked up on Instaham, that would appear to be a wise decision – insofar as one can use the words “wisdom” and “Instagram” in the same sentence without looking a complete ass, obviously.
Happy Friday, lads. I, for one, am certainly absolutely exhausted and will try to start getting to bed a bit earlier now that my project load is a bit lower. This weekend promises to be a busy one for me, what with projects and travel, but even so, regular posting will resume and the podcast should be back up on Sunday after a long hiatus. I’ve just been so stupidly busy of late that it was impossible to sit down and do a proper podcast. But all of that should change over the next 3 months as things stabilise. In the meantime, get some rest, relax, enjoy time with your families, and stay well.