Like many people do these days, I’ve just looked back into what year 2015 had in store for me. It brought many changes, most of them good ones.
After three years in the UK, I needed to use the National Health System. I’ve got a really bad lower back pain after lifting my motorbike to put it in a van. The reason why I did that is another story, but it was stupid and the damage is done.
So, in the beginning, I just innocently thought it will go away after a few days, because I thought I was young and strong but this illusion faded away completely when I saw myself in the mirror and realised I couldn’t even stand straight.
All the muscles in my back went to spasm to protect me from snapping in two, it seems.
And so let the NHS saga begin.
One of these days, the disc brake lock of my bike couldn’t unlock. My first thought was that somebody tried to steal the bike. Probably this isn’t the case, but I took some immediate measures to restore my inner peace again.
I used to have a windows laptop running yawcam (Yet Another Webcam Software) and recording images when motion was detected. But this laptop is now dead and I don’t use Windows at all anymore, so I had to find a Linux equivalent.
Unfortunately, this first post will not be about a trip I had, as I could not complete it at the end of the day. For various reasons. One of those reasons was that I was not planning to write about it, as my camera’s memory stick didn’t arrive yet.
The second reason is slightly weirder.
So, I received an email the other day from a company called Media Discovery, offering me monies in order to sell them advertising space for this very blog.
To make a long story short, it wasn’t a completely spam email, just spam-ish. The first email I received in January the 21th was the following one:
So, earlier this week, Sunday to be precise, I was in a moderately strict detox from carbohydrates and salt, in order to detox.
Today it is Saturday, so my detox is over. This doesn’t mean that I will start all the habits again, but means that now I can ease up a bit and enrich my diet.
I would highly suggest this way of detoxing to everyone that wants to reset his diet as well as kick-start his idle metabolism.
It is not going to be easy at all, especially the first two days, but it pays off big time in the end.
Once again, I was about to hit the road.
In a different way though, as my house contract was coming to an end and I needed to move into a bigger house, not only because I got fatter, but also because we are going to be more crowded this time.
We are forming “Yet Another Greek Ghetto” in London. Nothing special here. To be honest, I don’t miss my old house at all yet, as I felt like a giant and I was tired of hitting my toes in the passage between my desk and my bed.
So, my tale of clashing with the mafia of house agents, had begun.
To be honest, I always think of year intervals starting from September, so days like this I tend to sit down and do a last minute thinking.
2013 was a year of big changes and a lot of work for me.
It was a really creative year for me, even though I was really pushed to the boundaries of sanity from things happening around me, as I sank deeper into my solitude.
As the Chief Software Engineer of Niume Ltd and as a person who thinks that the Recruitment Industry does not perform well within the Software Industry (apart from gathering CVs), I have to personally interview and test the skills of each applicant.
Because of this, I stumble upon millions of things that annoy me and can be pretty well summarized in this blog post here and this one here, written by a fellow software developer in Greece. Since Greek is not the language the masses are familiar with, I am going to translate most of the points made and maybe add mine too, in order to make applicants more successful next time.
So, let the ranting begin.
So, exactly one year ago, I arrived in London Stansted Airport. But this time it was a single ticket.
I went to Baker Street via easyBus. I didn’t have an oyster card, I was in a rush and I was afraid of not catching a train before the underground closes. I didn’t have a clue when the last train was. So I overpaid a single ticket to Earl’s Court.
Earl’s Court is a place I don’t particularly like but I had to visit for various reasons all of the times I was in London. It still works as an index of my progress as a man. It is all the nice and bad moments summarized together. It still hurts sometimes…
So, back September the 12th, 2012. I didn’t have a smartphone, GPS or internet. I only had a printed street map of the area around the station and my hotel reservation along with clothes, a laptop and one thousand quid that fed me for 3 months.
I clearly remember that I was thinking the following: (I still do today)
“That’s it. This is your opportunity. No more lies. Prove yourself now.”
I didn’t really know what I was going to do. But I knew that I had to do something.