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There's a certain charm about listening to two women chatting about dancing and people's dance style while sitting, totally focused on the fishing rod I held trying to feel if any shrimp is taking the bait. At 3 am in the morning, beer in hand directing a crescendo of teasing and deadly flirtation of bait and food.

It feels great, when you flip your arm and am embraced with the heaviness of a hook hitting target.

Waking up from this though can be a little bit shocking. Especially when today I had to accompany Gerod with audio testing as well as taking him out to lunch and dinner while convincing him that the performance is better than anything.

I don't get paid for it, I am good at it and my boss is taking advantage of it. But he is the kind of person who couldn't respect these kind of skills. For him, the only thing that's worth anything, is a person's technical skill. Yet I don't care, I like interacting with people. I find it refreshing from the daily boredom of looking at circuits. Circuits on paper, circuits on computer and circuits on the board, circuit in the chip.

Depression is over. It lasted shorter than I thought.