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Oh my goddddd what a day.
Jul. 13th, 2012 01:43 amBasically it was a rollercoaster.
First I couldn't get to sleep until ass o'clock in the morning, and then I woke up before my alarm, so there was that. I re-sent the meeting invitation (I had an early meeting) to the one client immediately upon waking up and looking at my phone, and while it was the meeting on my personal calendar, but at least it was my *professional* personal email, so I didn't have to explain to anyone outside of the company why a lunatic was emailing them. Then I got out of bed. :D
Then I was moving sluggishly and didn't get my ass out the door until later than I should have left, so I was paranoid about getting held up in traffic. (I didn't go faster than traffic, but I did go faster than normal and took a different lane than I usually take.) I looked at the clock and then texted my Overlady with the secret location of the attendance sheets and briefing packets before I left, just in case. I got there on time anyway, hooray! My Overlady had snagged my meeting bag. I recommend having a meeting bag. Pens, highlighters, a notebook, fortifications, and random little things that have saved your ass in the past. Also a copy of any materials you have prepared for the meeting.
The meeting probably would have gone better if all of the guys had remembered to identify themselves before speaking a little more consistently this time, alas.
After that, I got to type up my notes, and that typically takes the better part of the day. There was a lunch meeting, which I went to. I was telepathic at one of the interns again, and she doesn't realize that the interns are getting markers to share after she was looking wide-eyed at mine. :D And the guy I'd sent the calendar invitation to told my Overlady he was all squared away and praised my general ability to get things done (although still laboring under the illusion that I was in any fashion vertical while doing that) and told my Overlady to hang on to me. :D :D :D Also it turns out that when confronted with the concept "in-reply-to: thirty-five ham and cheese sandwiches", I can read it with a straight face, but as soon as it goes into my main input/output buffer, I basically spray coke. I caught it just before that point. In the middle of the lunch meeting. Also, whoever altered the manager's "that's all, folks" image to include the loud dude playing Guitar Hero? You are my new temporary hero until someone more hilarious comes along.
The afternoon went about like you'd imagine, in between wrestling with help tickets (there is nannyware which blocks things like "mature humor" -- which has a surprising amount of overlap with immature humor, but not 100% -- porn, gambling, and web banners; there was a reasonably popular tech big wheel's personal site that was categorized as web banners) and preparing my notes, and wrestling with help tickets (the first time around the ticket got a really bad piece of not quite relevant copypasta), and hammering on my goddamn notes, and wrestling with help tickets (I did, in fact, file that bug report, but I put the location of the room in), and meeping quietly at the fucking notes. Throughout this all, there were the steadfast folks of IRC (so happy that work has a private server) following along with the help ticket saga.
Missing, of course, two meetings (the second of which I was not able to rescue my Overlady from) in the process of all this. And there was the *ow*, because I must not have been following the stretching instructions. And I was generally exhausted. And then when I headed for home (via the gas station) I have no idea what went down there before I got there, but the next thing I know a fire truck and an ambulance show up, so that was great fun.
Any and all emotionally-heavy fishfamily conversations after that, of course, just icing. (Fishmum loves you all very much. Now Fishmum is going to go sleep. Maybe for 12 hours.)
First I couldn't get to sleep until ass o'clock in the morning, and then I woke up before my alarm, so there was that. I re-sent the meeting invitation (I had an early meeting) to the one client immediately upon waking up and looking at my phone, and while it was the meeting on my personal calendar, but at least it was my *professional* personal email, so I didn't have to explain to anyone outside of the company why a lunatic was emailing them. Then I got out of bed. :D
Then I was moving sluggishly and didn't get my ass out the door until later than I should have left, so I was paranoid about getting held up in traffic. (I didn't go faster than traffic, but I did go faster than normal and took a different lane than I usually take.) I looked at the clock and then texted my Overlady with the secret location of the attendance sheets and briefing packets before I left, just in case. I got there on time anyway, hooray! My Overlady had snagged my meeting bag. I recommend having a meeting bag. Pens, highlighters, a notebook, fortifications, and random little things that have saved your ass in the past. Also a copy of any materials you have prepared for the meeting.
The meeting probably would have gone better if all of the guys had remembered to identify themselves before speaking a little more consistently this time, alas.
After that, I got to type up my notes, and that typically takes the better part of the day. There was a lunch meeting, which I went to. I was telepathic at one of the interns again, and she doesn't realize that the interns are getting markers to share after she was looking wide-eyed at mine. :D And the guy I'd sent the calendar invitation to told my Overlady he was all squared away and praised my general ability to get things done (although still laboring under the illusion that I was in any fashion vertical while doing that) and told my Overlady to hang on to me. :D :D :D Also it turns out that when confronted with the concept "in-reply-to: thirty-five ham and cheese sandwiches", I can read it with a straight face, but as soon as it goes into my main input/output buffer, I basically spray coke. I caught it just before that point. In the middle of the lunch meeting. Also, whoever altered the manager's "that's all, folks" image to include the loud dude playing Guitar Hero? You are my new temporary hero until someone more hilarious comes along.
The afternoon went about like you'd imagine, in between wrestling with help tickets (there is nannyware which blocks things like "mature humor" -- which has a surprising amount of overlap with immature humor, but not 100% -- porn, gambling, and web banners; there was a reasonably popular tech big wheel's personal site that was categorized as web banners) and preparing my notes, and wrestling with help tickets (the first time around the ticket got a really bad piece of not quite relevant copypasta), and hammering on my goddamn notes, and wrestling with help tickets (I did, in fact, file that bug report, but I put the location of the room in), and meeping quietly at the fucking notes. Throughout this all, there were the steadfast folks of IRC (so happy that work has a private server) following along with the help ticket saga.
Missing, of course, two meetings (the second of which I was not able to rescue my Overlady from) in the process of all this. And there was the *ow*, because I must not have been following the stretching instructions. And I was generally exhausted. And then when I headed for home (via the gas station) I have no idea what went down there before I got there, but the next thing I know a fire truck and an ambulance show up, so that was great fun.
Any and all emotionally-heavy fishfamily conversations after that, of course, just icing. (Fishmum loves you all very much. Now Fishmum is going to go sleep. Maybe for 12 hours.)
