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Researcher Sweatervest was partially in charge of his university's user research lab. Yay! (He likes ours better! Yay!)
I don't know how much Monty Python my manager knows. I suspect I'll find out next week, when she either will or won't side-eye me when I send the following:
Isn’t it awfully nice to have computers
Isn’t it frightfully good to have a host
It’s swell to have a server
It’s best to own a box
From the teeniest Mac Mini or oh hey that Mac Pro rocks...
The most difficult part of this was looking up the original lyrics without entertaining the network crew too much.
I managed to accidentally get pulled over. I was not heretofore aware that this could happen in the way that it happened. There was a patrol car going down the freeway with its lights on in another lane, well away from me. I tried to get the hell out of its way by pulling over and slowing down. Unfortunately, the way I did so combined with the way the patrol car was driving and the actual pulled-over person was driving, resulted in me sandwiched between them.
The voice on the loudspeaker from behind me: "WOULD YOU JUST GET OUT OF THE WAY." The audio properties of the loudspeaker may have added some exasperation to it, but ...
Out of the way I got, using my turn signal properly. I made it to work without further incident.
The phrase "replace their god-given knees with folgers crystals" is the sort of quiet workplace yelling I can appreciate. Also, the phrase "god-given knees" has been bumping around. My god-given knees have been a little dodgy every time I manage to have to hustle or stand around for a few hours. Alas.
Coffee with cherry-lime syrup and also a handful of electric raspberry blue conversation hearts is a combination that might have worked with less sulfurous cherry. I told Purple what was in it, and his audio processing center got knocked offline for a few seconds, and I had to explain each component much more slowly so that he could attempt to assemble a mental image, against his every sense of what was right and proper. I will not be repeating that combination, and I will not be re-ordering that syrup.
Today, I added a handful of the green lime hearts to my glass of cock-cola. It was not terrible. Purple is rather more verbally eloquent face-to-face than he is in textual contexts, so my experiment was greeted with:
lol
nut
before he had to disappear for the evening. I am all right with Purple calling me a nut in this context, as he knows my true name and also I call him "terrible" regularly in much the same contextual tone. (And had he not disappeared with such alacrity, he might have found some form of hazelnut coffee drink on his desk, that being my only nut syrup at the moment.)
Apparently the official workplace position on desk pranking is that managers cannot condone any shenanigans done unto the workspaces of other employees. A manager who is going with the spirit of the regulation rather than the strictest letter might choose to officially not take notice of various happenings in someone's workspace so long as they were sure that it was kindly meant and would be received in the spirit in which it was done. A manager who is hinting at the idea that a little surprise might be well-received is going above and beyond to ensure that the emotional needs of staff are well-met, and might in fact be relieved to hear that other parties had already started in on things that no official notice could be taken of.
Heh. Heh.
I don't know how much Monty Python my manager knows. I suspect I'll find out next week, when she either will or won't side-eye me when I send the following:
Isn’t it awfully nice to have computers
Isn’t it frightfully good to have a host
It’s swell to have a server
It’s best to own a box
From the teeniest Mac Mini or oh hey that Mac Pro rocks...
The most difficult part of this was looking up the original lyrics without entertaining the network crew too much.
I managed to accidentally get pulled over. I was not heretofore aware that this could happen in the way that it happened. There was a patrol car going down the freeway with its lights on in another lane, well away from me. I tried to get the hell out of its way by pulling over and slowing down. Unfortunately, the way I did so combined with the way the patrol car was driving and the actual pulled-over person was driving, resulted in me sandwiched between them.
The voice on the loudspeaker from behind me: "WOULD YOU JUST GET OUT OF THE WAY." The audio properties of the loudspeaker may have added some exasperation to it, but ...
Out of the way I got, using my turn signal properly. I made it to work without further incident.
The phrase "replace their god-given knees with folgers crystals" is the sort of quiet workplace yelling I can appreciate. Also, the phrase "god-given knees" has been bumping around. My god-given knees have been a little dodgy every time I manage to have to hustle or stand around for a few hours. Alas.
Coffee with cherry-lime syrup and also a handful of electric raspberry blue conversation hearts is a combination that might have worked with less sulfurous cherry. I told Purple what was in it, and his audio processing center got knocked offline for a few seconds, and I had to explain each component much more slowly so that he could attempt to assemble a mental image, against his every sense of what was right and proper. I will not be repeating that combination, and I will not be re-ordering that syrup.
Today, I added a handful of the green lime hearts to my glass of cock-cola. It was not terrible. Purple is rather more verbally eloquent face-to-face than he is in textual contexts, so my experiment was greeted with:
lol
nut
before he had to disappear for the evening. I am all right with Purple calling me a nut in this context, as he knows my true name and also I call him "terrible" regularly in much the same contextual tone. (And had he not disappeared with such alacrity, he might have found some form of hazelnut coffee drink on his desk, that being my only nut syrup at the moment.)
Apparently the official workplace position on desk pranking is that managers cannot condone any shenanigans done unto the workspaces of other employees. A manager who is going with the spirit of the regulation rather than the strictest letter might choose to officially not take notice of various happenings in someone's workspace so long as they were sure that it was kindly meant and would be received in the spirit in which it was done. A manager who is hinting at the idea that a little surprise might be well-received is going above and beyond to ensure that the emotional needs of staff are well-met, and might in fact be relieved to hear that other parties had already started in on things that no official notice could be taken of.
Heh. Heh.
