Surely You're Joking Mr Murphy! (Part II)
Happy Heritage Day people! I don't know what that really means, but for me it means tomorrow is a day off for me and all the other people of the beautiful country!
All focus has currently shifted to the big spreadsheet project we have for Computer Science. I've been psyched about it from the start and still am, even though I've been working on this project for two months now. Thursday is our first (softish) deadline and my team and I are not yet ready for it. But, I'm sure we can pull it off. My hands (and lower arms) are a bit sore though. It happens when I code a lot, but I haven't been coding that much relatively speaking. My duties does, however, include some administration work. If you are a programmer, your hands are your bread and butter; I'd hate to think what speech-to-text for C or Python must be like! Anyway, I'm going to have to go see a orthopaedic surgeon about my hands sometime and hear what they have to say. My mother had carpal tunnel syndrome and had to have surgery on both of her hands. *sigh* Growing up is fun.
A regional radio station (which has poor to no reception in Stellenbosch) had a competition for two weeks called “Find the Fugitive”. It's “the world's biggest game of Hide-and-Seek, because the world's biggest game of Ring-A-Ring-A-Rosie didn't quite make the grade”. Basically there was this guy who “hid” himself somewhere in the Cape and if you suspected that you found him, you have to ask him whether he is The Fugitive. If you were correct, you didn't look like a fool and won a variable (but sufficient) amount of money. Because I was home during the short holiday, I could listen to this radio station and started following the competition and the clues. I even thought to myself that I and someone else should take a day off and hunt this person, but that didn't happen. But one day I was lying on my bed about 75% asleep when I heard them discussing the location of The Fugitive on the radio. Obviously the prize had gotten too big (it grew every hour he remained unfound) and they basically gave away his location. He was in “Die Neelsie student centre”: Stellenbosch's student centre. I was practically asleep, but that familiar word brought me back. When I had regained conciousness, I grabbed my phone and SMS'ed two girl friends, the only people I could think of who might have a chance to get there before somebody else, about what they must do. Agonizing minutes passed and then came one reply: “Just missed him”! She told me the following day that she was in Die Neelsie when she received my SMS, but ran downstairs while he was upstairs (which I knew: the clues placed him by a cinema, but I couldn't include that detail in the SMS). She eventually did spot him, but couldn't get to him in time. The prize would have been R22000. The whole experience was... well, haunting afterwards. But, at least if something is that close, you know that it just wasn't meant to be.
Anyway, back in the real world I have a lot of work to do and shockingly little time to do it in. Best of luck to you for the upcoming week.
All focus has currently shifted to the big spreadsheet project we have for Computer Science. I've been psyched about it from the start and still am, even though I've been working on this project for two months now. Thursday is our first (softish) deadline and my team and I are not yet ready for it. But, I'm sure we can pull it off. My hands (and lower arms) are a bit sore though. It happens when I code a lot, but I haven't been coding that much relatively speaking. My duties does, however, include some administration work. If you are a programmer, your hands are your bread and butter; I'd hate to think what speech-to-text for C or Python must be like! Anyway, I'm going to have to go see a orthopaedic surgeon about my hands sometime and hear what they have to say. My mother had carpal tunnel syndrome and had to have surgery on both of her hands. *sigh* Growing up is fun.
A regional radio station (which has poor to no reception in Stellenbosch) had a competition for two weeks called “Find the Fugitive”. It's “the world's biggest game of Hide-and-Seek, because the world's biggest game of Ring-A-Ring-A-Rosie didn't quite make the grade”. Basically there was this guy who “hid” himself somewhere in the Cape and if you suspected that you found him, you have to ask him whether he is The Fugitive. If you were correct, you didn't look like a fool and won a variable (but sufficient) amount of money. Because I was home during the short holiday, I could listen to this radio station and started following the competition and the clues. I even thought to myself that I and someone else should take a day off and hunt this person, but that didn't happen. But one day I was lying on my bed about 75% asleep when I heard them discussing the location of The Fugitive on the radio. Obviously the prize had gotten too big (it grew every hour he remained unfound) and they basically gave away his location. He was in “Die Neelsie student centre”: Stellenbosch's student centre. I was practically asleep, but that familiar word brought me back. When I had regained conciousness, I grabbed my phone and SMS'ed two girl friends, the only people I could think of who might have a chance to get there before somebody else, about what they must do. Agonizing minutes passed and then came one reply: “Just missed him”! She told me the following day that she was in Die Neelsie when she received my SMS, but ran downstairs while he was upstairs (which I knew: the clues placed him by a cinema, but I couldn't include that detail in the SMS). She eventually did spot him, but couldn't get to him in time. The prize would have been R22000. The whole experience was... well, haunting afterwards. But, at least if something is that close, you know that it just wasn't meant to be.
Anyway, back in the real world I have a lot of work to do and shockingly little time to do it in. Best of luck to you for the upcoming week.
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