Day 1 — Coming across UX first
Updated: Aug 23, 2018
What the hell does UX mean?
That was my reaction when I came across the term ‘User Experience’ first. Don’t we all know at least one person who pushes themselves (and others over a cliff) trying to improve their lives every single day? I AM THAT PERSON.
I don’t know where I picked up this trait. Maybe it’s because I am an ENFJ or a millennial. While most people might consider this a good quality but left unchecked it can cause chaos and despair to oneself and their close ones (sorry friends and family).
I have a long history of trying to new things. My parents think I am crazy but they still love me since I am the youngest kid.
I started several blogs on various topics but left them after a week or so. I was waiting for a sign from the universe to continue.
I once helped a friend run a news site covering startups and tech news. I would interview the founders and write about their journey. At one point, when my friend wanted to move on I decided to run it. Reality struck me in 48 hours (Thanks Dad!). I was already in a high-pressure job doing crazy hours. It was a miracle I managed to turn in an article or two each week. Coming up with new stories each day, ya right!
I prepared (half-heartedly) for Common Aptitude Test, an entrance exam for MBA in India. I bombed terribly at it.
I prepared (almost whole-heartedly) for GMAT. I bombed decently.
I decided to do a part-time MBA and skip the whole entrance exam hoopla. I and my mom think I am good, so I must definitely be good. I enrolled for a semester. Realised I really didn’t like crunching numbers and looking up charts. So I dropped off. Thank god they didn’t ask me to pay the entire tuition fee. Phew!
I took a sabbatical from work and contemplated on making a career out of writing. I blame Hollywood chick-flicks, for they totally spoiled me. Apparently, you cannot live in a beautiful studio apartment, read a book on a beach and hang out in artisan fairs on a writer’s salary. After 2 months I knew for sure I didn’t want to be a full-time writer. I have always enjoyed writing my stories but could never create one. And I really didn’t think I could pull off a non-fiction book like Malcolm Gladwell no matter how much time I stare at the empty screen.
So I went back to my regular job as a coder. I really didn’t have anything to complain about. Good manager, helpful colleagues, well-paid, reasonable hours, weekend offs, plenty of leaves. Before you curse me for being an entitled millennial prick, in my defence I was trying to find my calling/follow my dreams.
While all of these may sound random, it is because I eliminated a lot of possible choices I knew what I really wanted.