My brother is an electrical engineer and went to computer science grad school at Stanford, and he'd tell me stories about the happy hours he'd organize.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm very organized - and the best thing - when you love your work, you don't mind putting in 15 hour days. It's joyful.
I worked in IT, which is all boys, and I was the queen of the boys. That's what I did. I was the one who knew where the paper towels were, which was very important. And I organized happy hours and things like that.
In theory, I work an eight-hour day and a five-day week which means I can socialise with my pals who mostly have normal jobs like teaching and computer programming.
My happiest hours are spent in school, surrounded by those I hope to benefit.
My mother was a pediatrician, and she kept busy hours. I learned from her you could pack a lot into the day. Every minute had to count, and multitasking was a given.
In high school, I worked eight hours a day just so I could get into the college of my dreams and say that I got in - and I never went.
I am a professor at Stanford; I am a happy professor at Stanford. That's where I'm staying.
I was trying to figure out what to do next, I'd been accumulating ideas for productivity tools - software people could use every day, particularly to help organize their lives.
In high school, one of the things I loved doing was this after-school program where you would teach computer skills to some of the maintenance folks at school.
It got a little stressful in my first two years of high school, trying to make conference calls with investors in between classes, but I definitely learned a lot of important time-management lessons.
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