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Happily, some swearing at Google and also fiddling and rebooting seems to have fixed it.
I'm starting to get myself hauled out from under backlog at work. Today's stuff involved going through my email box, measuring the things that I didn't get measured through yesterday's headache, and wrestling with Outlook. I suspect that the Stage Manager may have obliterated his room reservations accidentally by doing something else on purpose.
As evening wore on, I tiptoed across the courtyard, and spent some very pleasant minutes in Purple's nice warm office, curled up in the guest chair that's somehow made its way in there (it looks like a stray from a conference room, and I wasn't the one who put it there) looking at funny hot sauce listings. He sat sprawled out in his chair, feet up on a cabinet, web page zoomed a few sizes up so I could see clearly; I leaned forward into his armrest, arm along arm, coexisting peaceably in the little bubble of screen light in the gathering dusk.
He is soft and sweet and warm in a genuine and uncomplicated way that I wish I could emulate but I suspect I know the toll it takes to maintain (and I don't often have the energy budget to keep up). Go go team Sociable Introvert.
I often feel like I'm babbling around Purple; yesterday, I was kind of the opposite. I went home earlier than usual because headache (I suspect new glasses and low sleep over the weekend contributed, also the jump in temperature) and spent a little while waiting for traffic to die down, hiding out in Purple's office where it was nice and dark. He made up for both of us in chatter.
The spiders have slowed down. He hasn't seen any today.
There's a thing, and my little fishie is planning on coming to it, and it should be fun! Purple asked if he'd get to meet her. I said that yes, he was one of the people I'd been planning on introducing her to. He was pleased.
Today I found some unexpected peanut butter eggs in my box of transcription shoes. I think I know where they came from. ♥
Apparently my party hat is some sort of landmark in the building, as Madam Standards has seen passing crews of interns be pointed to it.
I had a chat with a person about a thing, and I'm vaguely superstitious about not putting hopes down in writing, so maybe I'm not going to say anything more about the thing and what I hope regarding it, but I had a chat, about the thing, and it was not a terrible chat. So. Lots of dependencies, lots of things out of my control and that person's control, but I'm not being consumed with pessimism.
One of my co-workers said that she had no idea that I was also involved in open source, and between the one thing and the other, I forwarded her the email with the extra link in it, the one that also named my talk in addition to fhocutt's amazing keynote. So now she knows who I am!
I need to remember to point out to the Stage Manager that the downstairs room is plenty big enough, but doesn't have the all-important remote hookup for our Cambridge crew.
I'm starting to get myself hauled out from under backlog at work. Today's stuff involved going through my email box, measuring the things that I didn't get measured through yesterday's headache, and wrestling with Outlook. I suspect that the Stage Manager may have obliterated his room reservations accidentally by doing something else on purpose.
As evening wore on, I tiptoed across the courtyard, and spent some very pleasant minutes in Purple's nice warm office, curled up in the guest chair that's somehow made its way in there (it looks like a stray from a conference room, and I wasn't the one who put it there) looking at funny hot sauce listings. He sat sprawled out in his chair, feet up on a cabinet, web page zoomed a few sizes up so I could see clearly; I leaned forward into his armrest, arm along arm, coexisting peaceably in the little bubble of screen light in the gathering dusk.
He is soft and sweet and warm in a genuine and uncomplicated way that I wish I could emulate but I suspect I know the toll it takes to maintain (and I don't often have the energy budget to keep up). Go go team Sociable Introvert.
I often feel like I'm babbling around Purple; yesterday, I was kind of the opposite. I went home earlier than usual because headache (I suspect new glasses and low sleep over the weekend contributed, also the jump in temperature) and spent a little while waiting for traffic to die down, hiding out in Purple's office where it was nice and dark. He made up for both of us in chatter.
The spiders have slowed down. He hasn't seen any today.
There's a thing, and my little fishie is planning on coming to it, and it should be fun! Purple asked if he'd get to meet her. I said that yes, he was one of the people I'd been planning on introducing her to. He was pleased.
Today I found some unexpected peanut butter eggs in my box of transcription shoes. I think I know where they came from. ♥
Apparently my party hat is some sort of landmark in the building, as Madam Standards has seen passing crews of interns be pointed to it.
I had a chat with a person about a thing, and I'm vaguely superstitious about not putting hopes down in writing, so maybe I'm not going to say anything more about the thing and what I hope regarding it, but I had a chat, about the thing, and it was not a terrible chat. So. Lots of dependencies, lots of things out of my control and that person's control, but I'm not being consumed with pessimism.
One of my co-workers said that she had no idea that I was also involved in open source, and between the one thing and the other, I forwarded her the email with the extra link in it, the one that also named my talk in addition to fhocutt's amazing keynote. So now she knows who I am!
I need to remember to point out to the Stage Manager that the downstairs room is plenty big enough, but doesn't have the all-important remote hookup for our Cambridge crew.
