So first I had about four hours of sleep ... and I woke up about fifteen minutes before my alarm, which occasioned Crankiness.
I had my morning planned out, fortunately, and I followed that plan, including the part where I got myself some very pretty flowers, because I like them, and because it was a special day:
1) Valentine's Day
2) A fuck-o'clock-in-the-morning meeting (one which I'd remembered approximately 6pm the night before, and I was entirely unprepared-for, and at that point my blood sugar was too bombed-out to do anything helpful)
3) My one-year anniversary at Virtual Hammers (got a nail? we got a virtual hammer for that!)
The meeting went reasonably, and was enlivened by the mini frosted brownies (with hearts!), the hugs-and-kisses (the Hipster Designer lined two up for a very careful Instagram shot that had my Overlady laughing at him), and the conversation hearts. I am the chocolate fairy. (I had my team coming by my cube all day in search of the leftovers; I expect they'll have mostly disappeared by morning.)
Today I discovered that Monster (TANTRUM!!! ARRGH!) becomes much more palatable if you fill a cup entirely with crushed ice, halfway with sparkling water and a drizzle of raspberry syrup, and then fill the cup the rest of the way with Monster. I did go through two cans, which kept me vaguely functional.
Over lunch, I described to the Hipster Designer and our manager the train of thought that resulted in googling "snake butter" last night. I broke both of their brains, and that was even with the Pinky & the Brain explanation.
It is, as always, my job to take and then type up the notes from the fuck-o'clock meeting. Taking was less fun than it could have been due to my (thankfully pressure-sensitive) semi-electronic pen running out of ink midway through. (We can't record these meetings because reasons.) Typing up the notes usually eats most of my day. I had come in earlier than usual to prepare the briefing packets that I usually get done the night before. This ate into my notes time, and the Fun With Internal Systems ate into more of it.
( Troubleshooting, and new forms of application horror. ) Since I know how transcribing notes affects me, I spaced it out with a longer than usual lunch and some breaks, totalling two hours of breaks and eight hours of work. Oof. Then I tracked down one of the people with the girl scout cookies (neatly and inadvertently continuing a tradition, as I got girl scout cookies my first day too), and headed off for home.
All in all, it was a good day.
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