Error 404: File Not Found

I'm getting a lot of Error 404s lately. You know, the one that says "The file you are looking for was not found."  Only I'm not getting those messages on any of the two or three PCs I sit at each day lately.  No, I'm getting the error message inside my head.  In my brain.

It's running overtime lately, my brain is.  It's the new job's fault.  When you change jobs after years at some other place, everything is new.  New tools and new rules to learn.  New people and org charts to memorize.  New building to navigate, new commute, new keyboard, new schedule, new desk (OK, it's a mere cube but it's new).  New clothes to put on in the dark hours of the morning. Basically, new job = new planet.  I don't recognize the landscape or the language or the inhabitants.

And brains are a lot like computers.  You have vast amounts of storage for new stuff.  But the RAM, that's a problem.  You can only be running so many things at one time.  Or even just one big thing.  My poor gray matter CPU is on overload lately, running at 99% usage constantly.  And you know what happens when the CPU on your PC runs at that capacity?  Right.  Ev..er..y   thi..ing  slooooooows doooowwwn.  Very often it just hangs, unable to perform the operation you just requested.  And the new job is taking up about as much RAM in my brain as the "Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas" game does on my PC (which isn't new, and neither am I): that would be so much RAM the game won't even launch, actually.

You probably know how it is.  You keep hitting "Ctl+Alt+Del" to look at the task manager of the cranium, wondering where to push the "end task" button to make things go faster again.   You toss the accumulated temp files, close down anything that's running that you don't need right now, and delete unnecessary programs - even the one you just downloaded two weeks ago thinking it was indispensible.  Cuz today you found it dispensible right around the time you tried to remember how to find your way back to your new cube from a training room in the basement.  Where (surprise!) you just learned more new stuff.   

So I've got to clear out some space in my brain and my life for a while, until things aren't all so new anymore.  It's a difficult decision, but a necessary temporary step.  I'll be back to normal before long. 

What?  You thought I meant I won't be blogging?

Give me a break.  I can't not blog.  But I figure I can "end task now" on things like remembering how to vacuum, how to wash dishes, how to shop for a week's worth of groceries at one time, and how to balance my bank statement.  Really.  I must and I will stop doing these other unnecessary things.  For the sake of my brain.  I consider it a life-or-death matter.

Because I really don't want the blue screen of death message "Fatal Exception has occurred at YOURBRAIN" to be the last thing I'm conscious of. 

Comments

[Becky]

It is tough starting a new job, and in my experience would take almost six months to feel fully adjusted. Congratulations on the new job, btw.

[scorpy]

Ah, I see you have your priorities straight. End Task Now for vacuum, dishes, and bed-making (if you can stand it), but the blogging is like... the recycle bin, kind of. It's where the stuff goes that you need to get rid of, but it should never be disregarded, because what would we do if we deleted something and it was really, truly gone, without hope of ever recalling it from out bloggy recycle bin!?!?!

[Bekah]

See, now, if we could just have a back-up for our brains like we do our computers, life would be so much easier. You know, store some information on some CDs and free up some memory on the hard drive. Good luck sorting things out, L.