…that I again number myself among the ranks of those receiving regular remuneration in exchange for the sweat of their brows. You’d think that as a unemployed layabout I’d have been writing blog posts like mad (and perhaps a novel or two), but it just didn’t seem to work out that way.
The most striking thing about the experience was how mentally exhausting it was. I kept up my spirits though application of the hot irons of optimism, but by the end of January the whole thing was starting to wear a bit thin.
Now, two months into the new position, I’m finally beginning to emerge from the cloud of blue devils into something resembling my usual snarky, obsessive persona. I’m back at the same company that laid me off (with a satisfyingly ironic bump in grade), in the same cubicle, with the same accretion of technological paraphernalia that had built up around me over the previous decade. The work, at least, is somewhat different, and should keep me interested for the next few years.
My Ph.D. studies are starting to pick up in pace, as well. I opted for a machine learning class this quarter, as it’s highly relevant to my intended areas of research. This will mean that I finally have to get around to developing some better statistical chops, but to my surprise I also have to dust off my embarrassingly rusty calculus (“You’re computer scientists,” said the professor, “of course you hate calculus.”).