As an adult time flies even when you're not having having fun. I was going to tell you about my new job (well it's not new now, it's been 9 months.) I got one soon after returning from the my psychiatric evaluation (I actually had to get together some references while in there, which I did manage.) The job is ok- the company is nice, and has a better culture then my last one. The money is also, surprisingly decent- they really undervalued me at my last job. I met an old friend- Eugenia from summer camp- we sometimes go to lunch together. Didn't really make new friends though.

So the job- software development, as always - has had it's ups and downs. I was first sent to work on C++ services, which I don't know much about, so with that in mind I was managing quite well. I then got assigned to complete a port of a C++ service to C# (I didn't have to port anything, but I did have to fix/add what wasn't working) that was surprisingly fun. Now I'm in a big C# project where I'm part of a team and I keep feeling (probably correctly) like I'm the least important part of said team, plus I don't even always have something to do. This depresses me.