Happy New Year

It’s new year’s eve, and I have done absolutely nothing to celebrate it. I actually watched TV, cleaned up, played a bit with my Wii (stop sniggering) and then did some programming. I’ve done better.
But, a new year! This is a natural time for introspection. But no one wants to read about that. It’s boring. Why don’t I do what newspapers traditionally do? When no reporter wants to come into work, they write summary articles; They make a recap column detailing all of the events of the past year. A complete cop-out, but let’s run with that.
However, if you want a summary of my last year, go read the blog. Let’s aim bigger. We’re talking lifetime.
One year ago I was starting in a new company that had decided to buy my old one.
Five years ago I would soon be starting in another new company that had decided to buy my old one. With the influx of capital I gained from that sale I would buy a condo.
Ten years ago, at age 24 I would soon leave the company that had first hired me to Edmonton. They had begun to treat me like a QA person and all I was doing was writing test programs. I hated that. I still haven’t left the company that I moved to, although they have been eaten up twice.
Fifteen years ago I was 19 in my second year of University. My major at the time was mathematics, but what I was learning was that I liked to use math, but I didn’t like to prove it. By the next year I would drop all my math courses. Luckily I had been taking computer science ones at the same time so it was an easy transition into my future career.
Twenty years ago I was 14 and in grade eight. I hated Charleswood Junior High. Within the last year my maternal grandfather died, and to this day I still miss him more than any other grandparent.
Twenty five years ago I would have been 9 in Grade 3. Dieppe Elementary school.
Thirty years ago, a bit before my fourth birthday my paternal grandfather died, and I only have one memory of him; Climbing up the stairs because I had gotten his stairlift chair stuck at the halfway point. To me, his mobility device was a cool toy.
Thirty five years ago I was a twinkle in my father’s eye.