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They said: Take charge! Be a leader!
May. 23rd, 2014 01:20 amThe weekly pre-conference meeting is now the 11am weekly pre-conference meeting. On the one hand, this keeps the afternoon from being a three-hour block of meetings starting at 1pm for most of the class. (I get to skip the last hour most times.) On the other hand, my default alarm goes off at 10:30 (this is a compromise between suitable hours for work and my natural inclination to sleep until noon or later). I think it's a decent change.
The Stage Manager is waging war against Outlook Web Access, and its sundry usability nightmares. He has opened approximately six tickets with helpdesk so far. All of them have apparently been ignored past their expected service whatsits.
Yesterday when I dropped by the Stage Manager's office because between him and his client, he'd accepted the old version of an invite and put the wrong room number on his calendar, he mentioned that my habit of signing with two initials (and different ones than you'd expect by my work email address) had caused some confusion. I allowed as how mostly it involved leaving my family name largely for ceremonial occasions, and how I didn't have any replacement handy.
"You could do like my ex-wife did, and make one up" he said, and described her process of picking a name. Then he said the name.
"... That's actually my middle name," I told him.
Apparently this name follows the Stage Manager around, with much less reasonable popularity than I have a lot of encounters with Darkside's name, and Purple has encounters with Ms. Kryptonite.
"Or Lunatic," I suggested, again on the topic of appropriate surname for myself.
"That fits," the Stage Manager agreed.
I may yet invite him to call me Reverend Lunatic. (I think he would examine it dubiously but take it in stride. The person whose face would really be a picture? My grandmanager.)
Lunch was called early, so I ran into my manager in the cafeteria, and we had a brief but intense conversation about the state of the team move. My Overlady had mentioned updates from me available via sekrit backchannels *grin* which was apparently helpful. I promised to bring any spare boxes I happened to have in our manager's direction.
The following conversation has been reconstructed.
Purple: So then lb said "Schrodinger's box of [technobabble]" and my eyes couldn't get past the first two words.
Purple: thinking, this is probably not so work appropriate, but meh.
Azz: And then I unhesitatingly follow your lead.
Purple: They said: Take charge! Be a leader! ...They didn't say what kind.
Azz: A leader of lunatics?
Purple: lol
What with all the moves, some stuff has gone missing. The usual form of stuff going missing is people either forgetting to pack or label things when moving, or people self-moving early, and their stuff getting cleared out in advance of moving them actually in.
Last week, Purple was at an offsite Monday-Wednesday. A sign indicating his new officemate appeared on the door in this time. Then another sign appeared on Wednesday, heralding someone moving in and sitting on top of Purple. The sign disappeared by Thursday.
This week, Purple had to work from home Monday-Wednesday, due to shenanigans with contractors and windows. When he came to work this morning, he found that not only did he have an officemate and the things of his which had been encroaching on the back desk had disappeared (fair), but that the things on the front shelf which were also his had also gone away (wtf). He has filed a very indignant ticket.
Designer Chairwoman Sparkles attempting to recruit two strapping dudes to schlep boxes from amongst my teammates resulted in the two guys, an extraneous guy or two, and me all wandering out to check out the swag which was in the Party Chair's fiance's car's trunk. There was miscellaneous hilarity.
In addition to the conference, there's also the Unspecified Thing that Researcher Carmageddon is trying to throw. There was a base-touching meeting about that, which went decently, and was in our building instead of way the hell over thattaway in one of the newly renovated buildings.
One of the old buildings is now no longer on our map. I wonder what the plans for it will be.
( Words and violence, libertarianism, and some further internal cuts for content. )
My poor grandmanager appears to still be living in the world where we'll all be moved over to the new building by the end of May. Bless. (This came out at a team meeting, and was said in that flailing sort of surprised pull-out-of-ass tone of his that we know so well. Don't put our grandmanager on the spot. It results in panic and bullshit.)
By the end of the day, I got really good at quickly assembling those plastic IKEA bins. I got some of them for my shelves, so I wouldn't be using tacky and dusty cardboard boxes the whole time.
I dropped off the last moving boxes that I was able to scrounge with my manager, and encountered my Overlady just leaving. Hilariously, we both had lollipops. Mine was a dark purple blowpop. Hers was something bright red and without gum. We took the chance to catch up on things.
Purple is guru this week. Due to the current size of his team and how the turns stack up, this means that he's likely to be guru on his birthday.
He dropped by my cube on his way out. I was still wrapping up, so he flomped down on the adjacent seating area. He found it difficult to make a snow angel on upholstery, and sat back up and cracked bad jokes at me while I attacked the wiki.
Tomorrow is Friday. Hooray Friday.
The Stage Manager is waging war against Outlook Web Access, and its sundry usability nightmares. He has opened approximately six tickets with helpdesk so far. All of them have apparently been ignored past their expected service whatsits.
Yesterday when I dropped by the Stage Manager's office because between him and his client, he'd accepted the old version of an invite and put the wrong room number on his calendar, he mentioned that my habit of signing with two initials (and different ones than you'd expect by my work email address) had caused some confusion. I allowed as how mostly it involved leaving my family name largely for ceremonial occasions, and how I didn't have any replacement handy.
"You could do like my ex-wife did, and make one up" he said, and described her process of picking a name. Then he said the name.
"... That's actually my middle name," I told him.
Apparently this name follows the Stage Manager around, with much less reasonable popularity than I have a lot of encounters with Darkside's name, and Purple has encounters with Ms. Kryptonite.
"Or Lunatic," I suggested, again on the topic of appropriate surname for myself.
"That fits," the Stage Manager agreed.
I may yet invite him to call me Reverend Lunatic. (I think he would examine it dubiously but take it in stride. The person whose face would really be a picture? My grandmanager.)
Lunch was called early, so I ran into my manager in the cafeteria, and we had a brief but intense conversation about the state of the team move. My Overlady had mentioned updates from me available via sekrit backchannels *grin* which was apparently helpful. I promised to bring any spare boxes I happened to have in our manager's direction.
The following conversation has been reconstructed.
Purple: So then lb said "Schrodinger's box of [technobabble]" and my eyes couldn't get past the first two words.
Purple: thinking, this is probably not so work appropriate, but meh.
Azz: And then I unhesitatingly follow your lead.
Purple: They said: Take charge! Be a leader! ...They didn't say what kind.
Azz: A leader of lunatics?
Purple: lol
What with all the moves, some stuff has gone missing. The usual form of stuff going missing is people either forgetting to pack or label things when moving, or people self-moving early, and their stuff getting cleared out in advance of moving them actually in.
Last week, Purple was at an offsite Monday-Wednesday. A sign indicating his new officemate appeared on the door in this time. Then another sign appeared on Wednesday, heralding someone moving in and sitting on top of Purple. The sign disappeared by Thursday.
This week, Purple had to work from home Monday-Wednesday, due to shenanigans with contractors and windows. When he came to work this morning, he found that not only did he have an officemate and the things of his which had been encroaching on the back desk had disappeared (fair), but that the things on the front shelf which were also his had also gone away (wtf). He has filed a very indignant ticket.
In addition to the conference, there's also the Unspecified Thing that Researcher Carmageddon is trying to throw. There was a base-touching meeting about that, which went decently, and was in our building instead of way the hell over thattaway in one of the newly renovated buildings.
One of the old buildings is now no longer on our map. I wonder what the plans for it will be.
( Words and violence, libertarianism, and some further internal cuts for content. )
My poor grandmanager appears to still be living in the world where we'll all be moved over to the new building by the end of May. Bless. (This came out at a team meeting, and was said in that flailing sort of surprised pull-out-of-ass tone of his that we know so well. Don't put our grandmanager on the spot. It results in panic and bullshit.)
By the end of the day, I got really good at quickly assembling those plastic IKEA bins. I got some of them for my shelves, so I wouldn't be using tacky and dusty cardboard boxes the whole time.
I dropped off the last moving boxes that I was able to scrounge with my manager, and encountered my Overlady just leaving. Hilariously, we both had lollipops. Mine was a dark purple blowpop. Hers was something bright red and without gum. We took the chance to catch up on things.
Purple is guru this week. Due to the current size of his team and how the turns stack up, this means that he's likely to be guru on his birthday.
He dropped by my cube on his way out. I was still wrapping up, so he flomped down on the adjacent seating area. He found it difficult to make a snow angel on upholstery, and sat back up and cracked bad jokes at me while I attacked the wiki.
Tomorrow is Friday. Hooray Friday.
