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Sleep is often a valid life choice, and then having meetings is confusing, so I was a little late to dial in to Researcher Carmageddon's meeting with the new lady who does the [mumble]. (She seems nice enough, just with that pleasant but baffled and slightly terrified aura common to the non-technical management type who has been dumped into a boiling vat of geekfolk.) Since we are ready, willing, and able to attempt to explain what we're doing without a hint of condescension, just our boundless enthusiasm for what we're doing, this should go swimmingly. I prepared a Powerpoint.
Lunch remains a thing that happened. The Swiss Army Knife dildo remains a thing that has not yet happened. (Nora: "Yeah, you're friends.") Explaining how the Renaissance Man and I know each other involves explaining the entire "cupcake incident", which precipitated the side channel through which we became acquainted, and then he wound up on my floor and we commenced socializing. When his friend with the curiosity turned out to have not been there for the cupcake incident, we digressed and very shortly hilarity ensued.
The word that I have scored an early ticket out of $PROGRAM is spreading, and people are asking how I did it, and more to the point, how they can do it as well. My advice on how they might attempt the same feat goes: First, drop off the hardwired/VPN and onto wifi. Next, access bugzilla.redacted.lol. Presently, browse around a bit and locate some bugs that are open. Subsequently, open helpdesk tickets complaining about open bugs from their zilla, at the rate of one or two a day (not referencing their zilla) for a week or so.
This tactic is evil, and not what I did, which was to legitimately discover approximately the same volume of bugs, and only put a brief smattering of them in our helpdesk, putting most of them directly into their zilla.
My poor manager was laid low by bad pizza. I will attempt to avoid subjecting her to the cafeteria's idea of pizza (which is apparently two different kinds of variously wrong) in the future.
It seems to be that when the Renaissance Man says "Hey, I've got to wrap up a few things real quick too, want me to come and tap you on the shoulder when I go down, if you're still up here?" what this actually means is that fifteen minutes later when you slip down, he'll still be dealing with stuff, and half an hour after that, when you pop back upstairs, he will still be working but may have finally reached a stopping point and will allow himself to be dragged away for a bit.
This week the people playing with fire pit stones count incremented by at least four, and that was just while I was watching.
Some of the guys out by the fire pit were telling stories about some exploits of friends and family members in the department of cross-cultural miscommunications involving spherical objects: the double grapefruit incident, the double bowling ball incident, and the time this one guy saw the giant red balls outside of a Target without realizing that they were concrete and made a running football kick at it. He didn't break anything, but was hella sprained.
I got my transcription gear today! While I was out staring at stars and throwing leaves in the fire, and periodically exchanging worrying glances with the Renaissance Man and saying, "Fire. Heh heh heh." -- my manager dropped it off at my desk. I have software that ostensibly integrates with my existing equipment, plus a three button foot pedal. I made myself a little keyboard card for the F-keys. The one thing that I don't like so far is that if I have it in function override mode, I can't use F5 to timestamp a Notepad file when the transcription software is open. My vigor was renewed! I played with it (setting it up and learning bits in the process) until Nora called and I realized that it was fuck o'clock and I was still at work. Yay transcription gear! My manager sent the activation code after digging it out of the relevant folder, so yay.
Lunch remains a thing that happened. The Swiss Army Knife dildo remains a thing that has not yet happened. (Nora: "Yeah, you're friends.") Explaining how the Renaissance Man and I know each other involves explaining the entire "cupcake incident", which precipitated the side channel through which we became acquainted, and then he wound up on my floor and we commenced socializing. When his friend with the curiosity turned out to have not been there for the cupcake incident, we digressed and very shortly hilarity ensued.
The word that I have scored an early ticket out of $PROGRAM is spreading, and people are asking how I did it, and more to the point, how they can do it as well. My advice on how they might attempt the same feat goes: First, drop off the hardwired/VPN and onto wifi. Next, access bugzilla.redacted.lol. Presently, browse around a bit and locate some bugs that are open. Subsequently, open helpdesk tickets complaining about open bugs from their zilla, at the rate of one or two a day (not referencing their zilla) for a week or so.
This tactic is evil, and not what I did, which was to legitimately discover approximately the same volume of bugs, and only put a brief smattering of them in our helpdesk, putting most of them directly into their zilla.
My poor manager was laid low by bad pizza. I will attempt to avoid subjecting her to the cafeteria's idea of pizza (which is apparently two different kinds of variously wrong) in the future.
It seems to be that when the Renaissance Man says "Hey, I've got to wrap up a few things real quick too, want me to come and tap you on the shoulder when I go down, if you're still up here?" what this actually means is that fifteen minutes later when you slip down, he'll still be dealing with stuff, and half an hour after that, when you pop back upstairs, he will still be working but may have finally reached a stopping point and will allow himself to be dragged away for a bit.
This week the people playing with fire pit stones count incremented by at least four, and that was just while I was watching.
Some of the guys out by the fire pit were telling stories about some exploits of friends and family members in the department of cross-cultural miscommunications involving spherical objects: the double grapefruit incident, the double bowling ball incident, and the time this one guy saw the giant red balls outside of a Target without realizing that they were concrete and made a running football kick at it. He didn't break anything, but was hella sprained.
I got my transcription gear today! While I was out staring at stars and throwing leaves in the fire, and periodically exchanging worrying glances with the Renaissance Man and saying, "Fire. Heh heh heh." -- my manager dropped it off at my desk. I have software that ostensibly integrates with my existing equipment, plus a three button foot pedal. I made myself a little keyboard card for the F-keys. The one thing that I don't like so far is that if I have it in function override mode, I can't use F5 to timestamp a Notepad file when the transcription software is open. My vigor was renewed! I played with it (setting it up and learning bits in the process) until Nora called and I realized that it was fuck o'clock and I was still at work. Yay transcription gear! My manager sent the activation code after digging it out of the relevant folder, so yay.
