As usual, I was doing work for weeks now and it's same old routine I've been doing- getting-up, taking a bath, lunch, brushing my teeth and go to my room, sit down and work. It's pretty boring yet this is life as an open source programmer.
You may be wondering why work like this and not as everyone else, but for me this is what life can offer, and maybe this is my purpose. Money might be an issue to some, but I'm just starting off anyway.
It may be the same everyday, but this day is special. I'm going out to spend a day for myself at the coffee shop drinking small cups of espressos, while working and looking for something or someone familiar who might come by, and say 'hello!' and drink some more coffee.
I packed my things, took the bus and arrived just the right time for time for myself. Then, I got my list and started buying needs and wants- the essentials for days living like a hermit.
So, I ordered an espresso went to my exact spot just behind the counter and started working. Typing, typing, and typing. I noticed that the table next to me is talking romantically about their escape of their paradise. The next table were two foreigners talking and laughing, enjoying company with fellow citizens. There were also men minding their own business, reading paper, reading paper and reading paper- a glimpse of what has happened or what will happen in our lifetime and how it would affect us. I don't know you but it's kind of strange that somehow one day we are all just a headline under the comics page.
Got bugs fixed, well minor bugs only, but it seem a little promising on what could become of my work. Just like me, everyone is doing their work hoping it would make a difference, and shows how insecure we are. We always strive to become someone important, someone who will be remembered forever, but in the back of our heads, we still think how insignificant we are just like reading the paper.
I folded up my PC and went out to see anything happening, but still, it was another day.
As I was going to climb on the bus, I remembered to forgot something with me. I walked briskly and worried on someone took it, yet I was hoping the waitress kept it. I passed the promenade, security checks, and pushed the door and saw my table with a woman sitting. I bit my lip and kindly asked her without being very concerned, “Uhm, excuse me. Did you saw a small thing, which looks like a thumb a..a drive..?” She looked at me puzzled and answered, “Do you mean your 2Gigabyte thumb drive, or flash drive?” Now, I looked like the one puzzled and regained conscious to answer, “Yes! Exactly.” She smiled and laughed together in something so trivial at it may seem in a after-office Friday afternoon.
