Time vs Me

I hate feeling like I have to explain a tweet, but on Saturday night I tweeted that the night's biggest loser was the PS3 game Uncharted 2.

Feeling as if I'm a somewhat solitary voice on this game I need to explain myself. It looks fantastic, it has a plot and it certainly has charm. What it can't do is create about 20-30 hours for me to play it. Furthermore the two friends with me (one slightly older than me, with a busy career, the other slightly younger and married) agreed with me.

So Uncharted 2 would have been perfect for me in May/June 1994, when I spent the end of my first year at University avoiding people and playing game after game of Football and Baseball ("Pop-up!") on my Amiga. Now I just don't have that time.

I'm now the person who fits in a quick game of FIFA. I'm the person who mostly runs and stays in bounds on Madden to keep the clock moving. I'm the person who rues replays in NHL because they're a hindrance to the game progressing*.

(* I made an exception when my best mate missed an open net the on his recent visit, but only because it appealed to my warped sense of humour.)

Time isn't my friend, it is a persistent and speedy enemy. I have ways to combat it, but in ways which don't leave me with time for Uncharted 2.

Jumping the Shark

Thank goodness! Five months into the year, and my first prolonged break is just a matter of days away.

Don't get me wrong, life isn't all bad. I've got a fantastic wife and a home which is slowly turning into a wonderful house (my wife has higher standards than I do!), but work has been a drag lately. In fact, to use a Bill Simmons' term, I think my current workplace has "jumped the shark".

Admittedly I'm not entirely sure what the term means, or how it came about, but it is a bit different, and certainly descriptive. From what I can tell it means something is stale, past its sell-by-date, and it is time to move on.

Work has been a chore lately. I've redeveloped bad habits, such as counting the number of hours until the end of the day, and sometimes the week. Counting the days until I next have an extended break. I can't see the light quickly enough. I'm hoping my week off will help me feel differently about things.

Recently I haven't even felt human. I've felt patronised and belittled. I would love to get a job which I enjoy, only a short drive away from home, and which pays better. Only in a perfect world I guess.

Anyway, I'm trying not to dwell on negatives. My holiday is only three days away, and if I'm not so professionally, apart from that I couldn't be happier. Saying that marriage suits me is an understatement, I love being married, and I love my wife. Lorraine makes my life a million times better - I'm truly blessed to have her in my life.