My computer and I are living the exact same work life. Let me see if I can break it down without sounding too geeky.
Clearly, I am the processor. Every bit of information from an I/O (colleague, boss, client, etc) must be directed through me for routing purposes. My maximum number of simultaneous tasks is limited by the speed at which I can work.
The filing cabinets and the reference binders are my hard drive. It is my storage capacity for any file or other info that I will need to call upon or reference. Once the binders are full and the filing cabinet can hold no more, they must buy more storage space.
My desk is my RAM. It is the limiting factor of how many tasks I can have open at any given time (blog, QC monitoring panel, Pharmadule validation project and breakfast at the current moment). Less RAM (read: desk space) would make me as worthless as an Apple LC II, as it would mean that I would have to shut down some of these processes. Let me point out that there isn’t a chance that I’m going to shut down the blogging or the biscuits and gravy. Also, adding a shit-ton of RAM wouldn’t benefit me much as well, due to the fact that my processor would be pegged at 100% long before full RAM usage.
There are a couple other silly me vs. CPU comparisons (ie. my pen acting as my printer and this Xyience can’t possibly be seen as anything other than my power cable), but it wasn’t until I was watching my CPU Usage History (CRTL+ALT+DEL) that I discovered I AM MY COMPUTER!
Here are a few graphs I’ve pulled from my comp throughout the day in emphasize similarities:
Sure looks a LOT like my brain activity while chatting with people on gmail. I’m not thinking about work a whole lot (8% I guess), but there are a couple times it spikes up. We can safely assume that longboarding, skiing or rafting just came up in conversation.
Figure 2
Chattin away and then that all too familiar sound comes tapping down the hallway: BOSSES FOOTSTEPS!
“Oooohhh Shit! Close chat, move excel window to the front, pick up a piece of paper and wipe that silly grin off your face Thullbery! It’s go time!”
Minute and a half later…
Kevin: boss just left, we can chat again
I think I’m going to go longboard tonight
PIC: they are sweeping the streets here already
Figure 3
This can only mean one thing. My phone vibrates, I open it up…
BICKETYBAM!
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