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String, tape, and ... ?
Feb. 27th, 2014 01:41 amWork: relatively calm, trying to get stuff done while things are not screamingly busy. A number of people are out of the office for various reasons. Purple's still out of the office for a week. I now have several balls of string. Heh, heh, heh.
( Walking and stuff )
One of the guys is working on getting the LGBT* community there a little better connected and engaged. I like his drive and he's a good buddy. I can say, though, that as much as he means well and cares, he is not attuned to the nuance of not being a cishetdude in tech, because he is an executive assistant and while he is in a technical department, he spends more time with executives than techs. (And I am not best positioned to really know the situation on the ground, because while I am reasonably situated in my department, we are not the depths of dev-land, and I'm not sure that $OTHER-DEPARTMENT which-has-had-Incidents is necessarily representative (god I hope not).) Fortunately many of the other people in the LGBT* group (a lot of them also guys) are better attuned. Also (and I say this approvingly) sneaky bastards.
Events: We have to be subtle.
Exec: You, subtle?
Events, sounding comically wounded: I can be subtle!
(general laughter)
Events: Okay, so I'm working from home today? And have you all on speakerphone? And my partner just walked down the hall now? He is cracking up and says, 'You, subtle?!?!'
So that was a thing that happened.
There was the customary gaming group on Tuesday night. I wasn't sure how social I would be feeling, but it turned out that it was reasonably so, after other stuff wrapped up. I arrived to find everybody in the middle of long games. However, there was fish-business to attend to!
At this juncture, I would like to inquire of my friends who are much closer to the field of medicine than I am -- what advice would you give to a pre-med student in second year of university who had always been indifferent to medicine at best, had been pressured into the field by an overbearing parent whom they now resent for having done this, and who really profoundly dislikes the field of study? My thought is that if they can at all manage to, they should eject themselves with all available speed, and that it is unlikely to get better, that medicine is a gruelling field with horrible hours and that the chief reward is following your calling and making a difference to patients. And that if there is no calling and you don't get satisfaction out of making a difference to patients, that it's basically a miserable hellhole and you'll be in a mountain of debt and perhaps too burnt out to actually complete the degrees and land a job to help get you out of said mountain. Am I too pessimistic here?
Hugs do not need lube.
Apartment remains not-terrible. I did laundry and cooked some of the things that were in my refrigerator. Yay.
( Walking and stuff )
One of the guys is working on getting the LGBT* community there a little better connected and engaged. I like his drive and he's a good buddy. I can say, though, that as much as he means well and cares, he is not attuned to the nuance of not being a cishetdude in tech, because he is an executive assistant and while he is in a technical department, he spends more time with executives than techs. (And I am not best positioned to really know the situation on the ground, because while I am reasonably situated in my department, we are not the depths of dev-land, and I'm not sure that $OTHER-DEPARTMENT which-has-had-Incidents is necessarily representative (god I hope not).) Fortunately many of the other people in the LGBT* group (a lot of them also guys) are better attuned. Also (and I say this approvingly) sneaky bastards.
Events: We have to be subtle.
Exec: You, subtle?
Events, sounding comically wounded: I can be subtle!
(general laughter)
Events: Okay, so I'm working from home today? And have you all on speakerphone? And my partner just walked down the hall now? He is cracking up and says, 'You, subtle?!?!'
So that was a thing that happened.
There was the customary gaming group on Tuesday night. I wasn't sure how social I would be feeling, but it turned out that it was reasonably so, after other stuff wrapped up. I arrived to find everybody in the middle of long games. However, there was fish-business to attend to!
At this juncture, I would like to inquire of my friends who are much closer to the field of medicine than I am -- what advice would you give to a pre-med student in second year of university who had always been indifferent to medicine at best, had been pressured into the field by an overbearing parent whom they now resent for having done this, and who really profoundly dislikes the field of study? My thought is that if they can at all manage to, they should eject themselves with all available speed, and that it is unlikely to get better, that medicine is a gruelling field with horrible hours and that the chief reward is following your calling and making a difference to patients. And that if there is no calling and you don't get satisfaction out of making a difference to patients, that it's basically a miserable hellhole and you'll be in a mountain of debt and perhaps too burnt out to actually complete the degrees and land a job to help get you out of said mountain. Am I too pessimistic here?
Hugs do not need lube.
Apartment remains not-terrible. I did laundry and cooked some of the things that were in my refrigerator. Yay.
