When i was an intern in a store, i hardly resisted to organize the shelves while my own shopping.
When I take on new hobbies, I have to resist making an app for them.
Sure, making apps for your hobbies can be a great way to come up with something that solves a real problem, but the issue is that it takes away time spent simply doing said hobby.
I seek out hobbies to diversify my life, not to make money or do programming 24/7. Early in my career that was great, but over time I realize that there’s more to life than software development.
I work in risk management. I always have backup plans. Drives my SO a bit crazy sometimes.
Can you give some examples of this? I would be curious what your thinking is like.
I volunteered with FEMACorps out of college, and it reminds me of disaster response and recovery planning.
I have two phones, because you never know what could happen to the main one tomorrow.
I learned to repeatedly check for fork truck traffic before crossing any intersection and pause before walking around blind corners cause of working at a large assembly plant. I find myself doing it everywhere including grocery stores crossing aisles. Could have a worse one, at least this one’s a good safety practice.
Except for food, I tend to date and initial anything I open. Pedialyte–initial and dated. Medicine–initial and dated. It’s definitely something that has to be done at my job, but is also kinda helpful at home. Oh, that isopropyl alcohol has been open for 2 years, better get a new one.
Isopropanol expires? I had no idea! lol. I guess moisture getting into the solution could impact the concentration?
As an ex-retail worker, yeah, lmao, I had to clench my fists and not re-hang the shirt on the floor when I was shopping yesterday. It took courage.
Couldn’t keep myself from correctly (re)organizing the notebooks, though. My excuse is I was already in the aisle and they won’t sell well if nobody can find them.
Worst consequence, I would name medical training and all the time spent learning the different body quadrants, how if the patient is in front of you, their left side is your right, etc. etc.
It took me a few weeks to really get that down and stop messing up my own notes. Now that I have it down, it is permanent.
I can no longer tell my left from my right. Ask me to raise my right hand and I will invariably raise my left without thinking, and I visibly have to think about it to work it out. I am a damn adult.
Thank god I can’t afford a car right now, or I’d wind up in Arkansas.