A week ago or so I changed jobs suddenly. I was fired1 at noon, and it took me all
the way until late afternoon to find another job2.
So, I lost a promised visit to Ljubljana offices, I gained a promised visit to
London offices, money would come from a different place, Async-flask-clone was
out, Django was in, and so on.
Little did I know that a much more fundamental change was in store, I would have
to change tribes3. I left the tribe where I had lived my whole life, the usually GMT-3
tribe of my birth, and joined Greenwich 0.
So, I now wake up at what these foreigners around me claim is 4:45 AM, so I can get to my
daily standup at my 9:15. This is having interesting effects in my ... everything.
My son did not wash the dishes as he's supposed to, and promised to do it "later"? Well,
I wake up, if dishes are not done, I wake him up, and dishes get done before dawn.
I get ~4 hours of quiet work, which in these quarantined age is a lot.
I am done by my 5:30, which is my family's 13:30, so that means I can have lunch with
everyone and then take a nap, like a farmer.
I can have two, maybe three brakfasts a day if I try hard.
I go to bed at 3AM/11PM, so I feel like I am a night owl, sleep 7 to 8 hours a day,
but not all at once. I am slightly jetlagged right now, or maybe all the time, but I did not move in space, only in time.
I see dawn every day.
Days are long, like the longest day of summer is long, only in fall. In the summer
they will be even longer, forever days, norwegian days, 16 hours of light.
How do I feel about this? Well, I don't know. It's like a modest adventure without leaving the house.
It's like trying to live a week without using the letter "M", like trying to eat russian salad
and leave the carrots untouched, like going to work in a strange neighborhood where everyone
is asleep and cars don't run, and birds sing loud and it's daytime on everyone else's
Ok, not quite as Lovecraftian as that sounds, people.