Thirty-six Months

While impatiently waiting to go home earlier, something boggling slipped into my stream of consciousness. I tried to imagine myself as a programmer three years from now. I actually did manage to imagine myself sitting in a station, typing away line after line of enterprise related code.The images that made it to my imagination were hazy, but at least I was able to recognize it. Murky, almost undefinable shapes were flooded by cold air and bright lights.

And I thought, do I really want to travel the road I'm treading now?

Thirty-six months seems too long for me now. But I'm optimistically raising my chin and hoping that those three years will be just yesterday in the future.

So good luck, Rudolf three years from now.