I am fairly shy these days. In that sober, I act like a person who doesn't want to be known.
I like to think what I think is important. I realise there is a lot of fiction in my mind. It's not fiction as usual though. It's more of a future fiction. You may consider that/this to be something more akin to a fiction/dream, however. It's not that you will know (for sho!) until you get to know me, though.
A part of me always enjoys/strives for conflict. I've had asshole mentors, I've had gentle mentors. I thrive on asshole, and get by on gentle. I prefer to have a mentor (human) tell me how it is without a blueprint for figuring it out. The rougher the education, the better for me. I don't know if there is a better way, but I truly thrive on rude behavior when it comes to correcting / educating me on what I'm trying to do. I used to ask for advice. Now I feel as if i am asking how to do something when I ask for advice.
I don't keep up with the social impact of what I do. What I do is however a social impact to the technical industry I work in. I have a few terse remarks on what it is that others in my "field" do.
For the past 6 years (early-2014) I've worked as a senior in the field of Linux Administration. I say senior not as a tenure qualification as I've seen in my interviewees. What I mean by senior is I've been responsible for certain environments. Those environments have, without fail, produced expected results. Sometimes those expected results are expanded on, to provide an even better outcome that initially designed.
I find my career so trivial these days that I don't know where to further grow my willing technical ability. There is nothing that I find daunting anymore, within the scope of my career (Linux System Automation / Configuration). I know there is so much more to do for most people / organizations, and I yet I find the religious devotion to certain config. mgmt. a bit daunting to tackle. How to illuminate to config mgmt scenario to those that have a religious belief that their tool is best (including my own)?
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