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Slept more than I thought I should under the circumstances, but was able to get off to work promptly. Amazingly, I found a parking spot that was not off in the big-ass garage.
My timing was actually impeccable, as the Renaissance Man and his lunch buddy were emerging from the cafeteria as I hit the elevator. So we rode up together. I produced the packet of cakefruits from my purse. Wheeeeee, cakefruits. (That is to say -- various dried fruit that have been soaking in rum since the beginning of December.) The Renaissance Man had mentioned, in context with the discussion about how much in the way of vodka and baseball bat he would need for that week's bug problems, that he was more a rum kind of guy, and that he particularly liked the concept of fruit soaked in rum. And, well. Heh.
Deskwork ensued.
Before I forget, I should describe a time I was recently awesome at work. Bright and early one morning, one of my teammates pinged me to ask if I had a mailing list that had all of a certain rank in research & development, and gave the (legitimate) reasons. The requirement was not so much for all of them as it was for a good hunk of them, which simplified the requirements substantially.
( A bit long. )
Back in the present! Deskwork ensued.
A little while in, an email thunked in. My manager was asking me to obtain a specific training room for an irregularly recurring quarterly meeting, in February. ( I handled it with aplomb. ) But I know what I'm doing, rather than flailing around in terror, and it shows, and it really helps my department that they have someone who can no-fuss no-muss make these things happen.
I have been wearing the new and upgraded version of the Headphones of Oblivion. These have actual active noise canceling. I love them. They go all the way over my ears. They have those detachable cables. I'm not thrilled with the way the cushion slips off the plastic bit, but the cushions go all the way around my ears and fit firmly to my face even so, and the price was right. Thus was I startled when a box thumped down on my desk, and I found myself staring at a boxful of cards from the swag guys. I forgot entirely about my boxcutter and ripped it open with the scissors in my glee. I danced over to the Junior Researcher to show it off. Then I danced over to the designer, showing it to the package guy on the way.
Oh my god, the poor designer. You know how a break between your initial execution of a project and your subsequent viewings can make you see flaws (real, substantial, tiny, nitpicky, or imagined) that you didn't see at the time? The poor designer can only see the design as a middle finger now. Oh god.
Happily, I don't see it that strongly, and while the Renaissance Man did have to look twice, he was satisfied, and my manager is OK. So there's that. (Oh god.)
And then I found myself in receipt of two communications from my grandmanager. We'd all been aware that the last team meeting of the year was approaching. I'd also, just while doing the rounds of various office supplies, collared him and checked on his supply level of his special notebooks. Regarding the notebooks, he said he was doing fine, and he was sure he had several in the cupboard.
The correct answer to the question of notebook-ordering is actually: after looking at existing notebooks to confirm that their numbering scheme is as expected and explaining in increasingly choppy sentences that many books number both sides of a sheet to create two pages per sheet, email your *own* manager for purchase approval, because she's not ON FUCKING CRACK.
On the topic of the team meeting, I lurked like Anthea outside the door of our cousin-department's director, where I saw him closeted, until he came out, and then bearded the dragon in his den, and gathered requirements for tomorrow's meeting.
Darkside was amused and said the right things over the phone as I tackled the art project that was the office supply portion of prep for tomorrow's meeting. Then he headed for dinner, because I am yet again the Queen of Bad Timing. We're quite the pair, though he may have allowed his King of No Time crown to tarnish.
Eventually, having shown off my work to the post-gym Stage Manager, who is one of the plethora of dudes sharing a name with good ol' Darkside, I did manage to go home, though sadly missing the #adventuresofstnono mad libs game on my commute. Alas. Though I did get in a good chatter with Drewface, who is a Drew and not a $NAME.
( The word of the week is not a word I'd want to explain to work's IT department. )
Apparently I break Drew's brain on the regular.
My timing was actually impeccable, as the Renaissance Man and his lunch buddy were emerging from the cafeteria as I hit the elevator. So we rode up together. I produced the packet of cakefruits from my purse. Wheeeeee, cakefruits. (That is to say -- various dried fruit that have been soaking in rum since the beginning of December.) The Renaissance Man had mentioned, in context with the discussion about how much in the way of vodka and baseball bat he would need for that week's bug problems, that he was more a rum kind of guy, and that he particularly liked the concept of fruit soaked in rum. And, well. Heh.
Deskwork ensued.
Before I forget, I should describe a time I was recently awesome at work. Bright and early one morning, one of my teammates pinged me to ask if I had a mailing list that had all of a certain rank in research & development, and gave the (legitimate) reasons. The requirement was not so much for all of them as it was for a good hunk of them, which simplified the requirements substantially.
( A bit long. )
Back in the present! Deskwork ensued.
A little while in, an email thunked in. My manager was asking me to obtain a specific training room for an irregularly recurring quarterly meeting, in February. ( I handled it with aplomb. ) But I know what I'm doing, rather than flailing around in terror, and it shows, and it really helps my department that they have someone who can no-fuss no-muss make these things happen.
I have been wearing the new and upgraded version of the Headphones of Oblivion. These have actual active noise canceling. I love them. They go all the way over my ears. They have those detachable cables. I'm not thrilled with the way the cushion slips off the plastic bit, but the cushions go all the way around my ears and fit firmly to my face even so, and the price was right. Thus was I startled when a box thumped down on my desk, and I found myself staring at a boxful of cards from the swag guys. I forgot entirely about my boxcutter and ripped it open with the scissors in my glee. I danced over to the Junior Researcher to show it off. Then I danced over to the designer, showing it to the package guy on the way.
Oh my god, the poor designer. You know how a break between your initial execution of a project and your subsequent viewings can make you see flaws (real, substantial, tiny, nitpicky, or imagined) that you didn't see at the time? The poor designer can only see the design as a middle finger now. Oh god.
Happily, I don't see it that strongly, and while the Renaissance Man did have to look twice, he was satisfied, and my manager is OK. So there's that. (Oh god.)
And then I found myself in receipt of two communications from my grandmanager. We'd all been aware that the last team meeting of the year was approaching. I'd also, just while doing the rounds of various office supplies, collared him and checked on his supply level of his special notebooks. Regarding the notebooks, he said he was doing fine, and he was sure he had several in the cupboard.
Poll #14736 So now, a pop quiz!
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 18
When seeking assistance from the administrative assistant for various tasks related to the year-end meeting, you:
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a) set up a meeting a month before to discuss plans
7 (38.9%)
b) describe the logistical and office supply requirements, two weeks ahead of time
2 (11.1%)
c) pop by a couple days beforehand and say "You can do this, right?"
0 (0.0%)
d) send a mass email to the entire team with less than an hour to go in the business day, telling everyone to email their shit to the admin for the meeting tomorrow
0 (0.0%)
e) like d, but disappear from your office so the admin can't collar you in person to discuss requirements
9 (50.0%)
How many notebooks were actually in the cupboard?
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Negative numbers: the jaguar in the cupboard befouled several notebooks that were outside the cupboard upon the door's opening
6 (33.3%)
0
1 (5.6%)
1, but not the right kind
5 (27.8%)
god only knows, but he certainly didn't find any of them
6 (33.3%)
A notebook says it has "76 sheets". How many pages does it have?
You say that your notebook has 150 pages. How many numbered pages does it actually have?
The correct answer to the question of notebook-ordering is actually: after looking at existing notebooks to confirm that their numbering scheme is as expected and explaining in increasingly choppy sentences that many books number both sides of a sheet to create two pages per sheet, email your *own* manager for purchase approval, because she's not ON FUCKING CRACK.
On the topic of the team meeting, I lurked like Anthea outside the door of our cousin-department's director, where I saw him closeted, until he came out, and then bearded the dragon in his den, and gathered requirements for tomorrow's meeting.
Darkside was amused and said the right things over the phone as I tackled the art project that was the office supply portion of prep for tomorrow's meeting. Then he headed for dinner, because I am yet again the Queen of Bad Timing. We're quite the pair, though he may have allowed his King of No Time crown to tarnish.
Eventually, having shown off my work to the post-gym Stage Manager, who is one of the plethora of dudes sharing a name with good ol' Darkside, I did manage to go home, though sadly missing the #adventuresofstnono mad libs game on my commute. Alas. Though I did get in a good chatter with Drewface, who is a Drew and not a $NAME.
( The word of the week is not a word I'd want to explain to work's IT department. )
Apparently I break Drew's brain on the regular.
