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>>> A mountain climber, von Helmholtz said, “hits upon traces of a fresh path, which again leads him a little further.” A big example of this in my life was do
by xyzelement 6y ago
>>> A mountain climber, von Helmholtz said, “hits upon traces of a fresh path, which again leads him a little further.”
A big example of this in my life was doing my MBA (I was a hardcore developer/dev manager at the time.) While many classmates had specific goals like leaving a career behind or breaking into investment banking, my thought was more like "I got the time, my employer will pay tuition, maybe this will be challenging and fun."
Fast forward a few years, I "naturally" ended up in product management. Not because it was my goal, but because the time in b-school taught me how to think about strategy, markets, communicate more clearly, and just be more sociable and have skills to confidently meet high-level clients and not embarrass myself. In other words, "playing at business school" happened to give me skills that enhanced my life in an unexpected (though in retrospect predictable) ways.
Smaller examples of this abound. During COVID lockdown I randomly bought a raspberry PI and some basic electronic components. Soon after I ended up buying motor controllers, a tank chassis, sensors (and a soldering iron..) Without intending to, I went from someone who's "never done anything with electronics" to someone who "has built an autonomous rover that navigates by sonar." Completely useless but - for example - it opens up future opportunities to confidently work on a hardware business/product should an opportunity arise.
A final example - also during COVID lockdown - our living room in-wall AC was barely blowing air and also getting wet. Repair people said that everything is working fine, that's just how it is given the airflow in the location of the unit (which didn't make sense because my wife remembered it working better a few years ago.) I decided I was going to figure it out - for fun. I didn't know anything about ACs and I figured there's a good chance that I'll fuck things up more, but the "worst" would be buying a new AC (about $2000) which might work better anyway despite what the repairmen said. So basically I had "room to play"
Several days later, after several trips to a parts distributor in Queens, after learning about and switching out capacitors, etc. I didn't fix the problem. I started to try to measure the current going across the blower fan motor (I learned enough to associate the ice/condensation with insufficient air flow) when I short-circuited something and the motor sparked, smoked, and died. FUCK.
Here's the scene of devastation (at about 3am) when I finally extricated the old burnt motor out of the unit: https://ibb.co/crYxs4R https://ibb.co/crYxs4R
One more bike trip over the bridge to pick up a new motor, then one more because the new motor had a different thickness shaft and I needed bushings, I replaced the motor and noticed right away stronger airflow. Long story short, the old motor was slowly failing (before I made it fail quickly by blowing it up.) So now, we have a perfectly working AC and it cost about $300 (vs living with it or paying $2000 for a new one) and most importantly, I had fun and accidentally learned the skills that will make me a much more confident home owner in the future.
There was a funny exchange I had with a colleague when I took a day off to work on the AC. He couldn't believe I took time from "the big important job" to do mechanical work, but he was missing the point - the reason I had "the big important job" is that I do shit like this and acquire random skills that help me move forward.
- ipython 6y agoI'm glad you had the confidence to tell your coworker that ultimately your time working on the AC unit will make you a more well rounded (and more productive) worker in the long run. Enjoyed your story. Reminds me to keep working on things outside my comfort zone.
- xyzelement 6y agoI wouldn't say the AC experience itself made me better at my job, it's more like a lifetime of acquiring "random" experiences have made me overall much more capable than I'd be otherwise, and some of that helps with work. Tackling the AC is just an example of that class of thing. But I do think back to this specific experience often when I need a reminder that "I can probably figure this out" when I am confronted with something unusual. I do have to say that I have a tendency to chase shiny objects and it's important to keep that in check. EG if I ended up spending a year on the AC it wouldn't have been worth it - there's a line somewhere. IDEALLY, we strategically select the discomfort we want to experience as being the specific discomfort that will grow us in the way we need to, rather than just swinging at a lot of different things as I sometimes tend to. And - I am really glad you enjoyed the tale and it reminded you about something you care about.
- faitswulff 6y ago> A big example of this in my life was doing my MBA (I was a hardcore developer/dev manager at the time.) While many classmates had specific goals like leaving a career behind or breaking into investment banking, my thought was more like "I got the time, my employer will pay tuition, maybe this will be challenging and fun." I think your anecdote also illustrates how people with the privilege to play can reinforce their advantages. When you don't have an employer willing to pay for you to play, it can be difficult to make the same kind of "natural" career changes, as one example.
- xyzelement 6y agoReally tired of the privilege stuff. My family emigrated to the US as penniless refugees just ten years prior to me starting at this company. I went to NYC public schools and a state university. I got very lucky having parents with high expectations, some good teachers along the way, and a natural interest in computers and problem solving. I thank god every day for that mix of things and for our ability to come to the US. But "privilege" sounds like I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth that somehow allowed me to skate through life and have people pay for my shit. Frankly, it goes the other way. When I was in junior highschool, my "privileged" classmates were playing with Sega and Nintendo while I was trying to figure out how to get the TRS-80 that I found in the trash, to work. Ironically, that kind of "play" enabled me to get whatever I got down the road. Virtuous cycles are a thing but to call everything "privileges" misses our own agency.