Sometimes I think I was born at the wrong time. Anybody reading who was born in ’79, back me up on this. Doesn’t it seem like you show up late to the party on every crazy economic boom of the past twenty years? When I went to university, the dot-com boom was flying high. Anybody with a pulse and a little HTML knowledge was getting hired. Once I graduated with a CIS degree, the boom was long bust and I was supporting wi-fi for truckers. When I got into GIS, the industry was starved for workers, and business was good for a while. Then the sub-prime mortgage crisis happened, and I suddenly was competing with everyone else who had been laid off for my next contract. Now that I’m looking into getting a house, when I hear what prices were even 10 years ago, I feel like I should punch a hole in a wall or something.
I want to tell myself that it’s just gambler’s fallacy, that I’m just making crazy patterns in my mind, but something tells me I’m temporally cursed to be consistently foiled by the Gordon Gekko types that start these mad dashes of investment.