Is that really what I want to do?

I meet people from time to time who love their jobs. I find them to be a curiosity, mostly. But after I had a meeting with my boss’s boss today (who seems to be kind of wondering what to make of us), a co-worker asked, “Is Windows programming what you really want to do?”

She has pointed out that she has the out of having kids and taking care of them instead of playing nice with Megacorp and taking whatever they dish out. I don’t have that option. And, honestly, Windows programming is NOT what I want to do, but it beats not having a job.

I think I have to find some different reading for the commute to work. I subscribe to a couple of magazines and I figured I could work on the unread stack while riding on the light rail. But I only really have ham radio magazines that I go through quickly and Men’s Health. Men’s Health does have a lot of articles on, well, men’s health, but it also has a lot of articles on boobies and such. I find it rude to be reading such things on the light rail next to other people. Perhaps I am uptight. Anyway, I suppose if I read a novel on mass transit it could very likely be text about boobies and such. At least I will look more studious from far away.