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A fly on the wall of that meeting...
Sep. 25th, 2014 01:01 amI didn't have to be in the office at fuck o'clock this morning. I got there early anyway, though not as early as I was hoping. Purple was not yet there when I arrived. I went through my inbox. There were certainly some things in it, all right. Purple arrived. Purple got a load of *his* inbox. Purple looked rather incredulously at some fucked-up shit done with numbers in his inbox. Purple sent me a private message asking for minor Excel help, at which point --
-- look. People, if you're dating a geekfolk, and you encounter a PowerPoint which contains a useless image of the contents of a spreadsheet, the topic of which you yourself are not super into, but perhaps your partner is into? If you arrange that this spreadshit be saved as an actual spreadsheet, your partner may feel ~*so loved*~.
Purple and I are not dating. Nonetheless, I felt ~*so loved*~, and basically danced through the rest of my morning. The fact that he *also* said pointed things about not misrepresenting the results of surveys, was bonus.
Had lunch with Purple and crew. Discussion involved the ineffectiveness of abstinence-only sex-ed in preventing unwanted teen pregnancy. (Also the way that the reality of life with an infant can convince teenagers that actually they may not want a child at this stage in their life.)
It turns out that the meeting that I could not miss was for another department; I arranged to be a fly on the wall via having just set up my laptop to work quietly, and then a meeting broke out around me! The Angry Man introduced me to the guy who isn't Mr. Rainbow. Any time someone who isn't someone I know says, "Oh, you're *the* Azure?" except with my wallet name, I know something's been up.
The purpose of my attendance at the meeting proceeded. lb was coherent. The laptop was recalcitrant.
I have *no idea* where the fuck the cards that I am looking for wound up going. I looked many places. I discovered that at some point since the epic feedback marathon in I think June, someone had slipped a white jellybean into the anonymous feedback box. So I had to email the management team to tell them about it. I was pretty sure it was just wacky, but you never know, maybe there was some secret message.
I discovered two really awesome new bugs in my database! Hooray! The first one: we can't sort the user grid by anything other than names. The other controls don't actually work, they just toggle the names. The second one: Locations that don't contain a state don't display in the user grid. Clearly this means that I get to go back and enter null states for any address that doesn't have a state. I am overjoyed.
Since it was Wednesday, I reckoned the meatloaf looked all right. I went and picked it up at the appointed time, and then pinged Purple: "What are your thoughts on meatloaf?" (This time I did not need any prompting to get the fuck over myself, though I did still aaaa at Steph a bit.)
Purple is picky about his meatloaf, but upon learning that it was less academic, and more about actual meatloaf with no known weird inclusions, he was willing to come on over. If this becomes a tradition, he may pick up dinner next time. :)
I said something about video tapes, which caused Purple to mock me gently; he does in fact still own a VCR (I don't), but he has taken his out of the entertainment system. I started giggling, and then had to tell him about that time when Darkside and Sis were dating. It was Valentine's day, and for reasons which made sense at the time, Sis and I both showed up at Darkside's house. ( Read more... )
I mentioned the jellybean in the feedback box offhandedly to Purple, who promptly busted up laughing. "You don't remember?" he gasped.
I did not, in fact, have the foggiest what he was on about.
It seems that late one night when I was very punchy, I discovered a buttered popcorn jellybean, and thought it would be a great idea to drop it in the feedback box. I do not remember having done this, but Purple assures me that not only did I do it, but he was there for it. It sounds like a thing that I would have done, and I'm very pleased to discover that I am the one who did it, but I still have no memory of the event.
It was good to be able to productively yell at my own tools for the rest of the evening, instead of helldesk.
Fishie is back in IRC, which is good.
I deployed the candy corn. I felt that I had to label it: in addition to the regular candy corn, which is a staple of the season and I do not try to argue with it, I had also seen pumpkin spice candy corn.
I have always disliked pumpkin pie. When I think about it, I associate it with not just an unpleasant tongue-and-nose sensation, but also with scary shortness of breath, just like with shrimp. And getting pumpkin guts on my delicate skin parts burns like the touch ofcold iron copper and probably nickel. So I'm probably allergic to pumpkin, and the spice has always been associated with that.
The first time I heard "pumpkin spice FOO", I parsed it not as (pumpkin spice), the spice mix that are typically used in pumpkin pies, but (pumpkin) + (spice), the vegetable plus its usual spices. So I assumed that I couldn't have it. (This was also before I started investigating my various food aversions and found that a number of them are based on physical issues.) Even after learning that there is generally no actual pumpkin in these, I decided not to.
But I got these. And I figured that I should warn my co-workers about this thing, since candy corn is one of those things which is A Certain Way, and that way is not something that should be trifled with lightly. So I drew the outline of a candy corn on a post-it, at which point I discovered that I have no whiteout. Fortunately, I do have a label-maker, the label-maker uses white tape, and in fact I did legitimately have to print a label to update the label-maker's labeling about the move to the new wing. So I was able to use the loose end to put on my warning sign.
Purple and I took our leave relatively quickly.
-- look. People, if you're dating a geekfolk, and you encounter a PowerPoint which contains a useless image of the contents of a spreadsheet, the topic of which you yourself are not super into, but perhaps your partner is into? If you arrange that this spreadshit be saved as an actual spreadsheet, your partner may feel ~*so loved*~.
Purple and I are not dating. Nonetheless, I felt ~*so loved*~, and basically danced through the rest of my morning. The fact that he *also* said pointed things about not misrepresenting the results of surveys, was bonus.
Had lunch with Purple and crew. Discussion involved the ineffectiveness of abstinence-only sex-ed in preventing unwanted teen pregnancy. (Also the way that the reality of life with an infant can convince teenagers that actually they may not want a child at this stage in their life.)
It turns out that the meeting that I could not miss was for another department; I arranged to be a fly on the wall via having just set up my laptop to work quietly, and then a meeting broke out around me! The Angry Man introduced me to the guy who isn't Mr. Rainbow. Any time someone who isn't someone I know says, "Oh, you're *the* Azure?" except with my wallet name, I know something's been up.
The purpose of my attendance at the meeting proceeded. lb was coherent. The laptop was recalcitrant.
I have *no idea* where the fuck the cards that I am looking for wound up going. I looked many places. I discovered that at some point since the epic feedback marathon in I think June, someone had slipped a white jellybean into the anonymous feedback box. So I had to email the management team to tell them about it. I was pretty sure it was just wacky, but you never know, maybe there was some secret message.
I discovered two really awesome new bugs in my database! Hooray! The first one: we can't sort the user grid by anything other than names. The other controls don't actually work, they just toggle the names. The second one: Locations that don't contain a state don't display in the user grid. Clearly this means that I get to go back and enter null states for any address that doesn't have a state. I am overjoyed.
Since it was Wednesday, I reckoned the meatloaf looked all right. I went and picked it up at the appointed time, and then pinged Purple: "What are your thoughts on meatloaf?" (This time I did not need any prompting to get the fuck over myself, though I did still aaaa at Steph a bit.)
Purple is picky about his meatloaf, but upon learning that it was less academic, and more about actual meatloaf with no known weird inclusions, he was willing to come on over. If this becomes a tradition, he may pick up dinner next time. :)
I said something about video tapes, which caused Purple to mock me gently; he does in fact still own a VCR (I don't), but he has taken his out of the entertainment system. I started giggling, and then had to tell him about that time when Darkside and Sis were dating. It was Valentine's day, and for reasons which made sense at the time, Sis and I both showed up at Darkside's house. ( Read more... )
I mentioned the jellybean in the feedback box offhandedly to Purple, who promptly busted up laughing. "You don't remember?" he gasped.
I did not, in fact, have the foggiest what he was on about.
It seems that late one night when I was very punchy, I discovered a buttered popcorn jellybean, and thought it would be a great idea to drop it in the feedback box. I do not remember having done this, but Purple assures me that not only did I do it, but he was there for it. It sounds like a thing that I would have done, and I'm very pleased to discover that I am the one who did it, but I still have no memory of the event.
It was good to be able to productively yell at my own tools for the rest of the evening, instead of helldesk.
Fishie is back in IRC, which is good.
I deployed the candy corn. I felt that I had to label it: in addition to the regular candy corn, which is a staple of the season and I do not try to argue with it, I had also seen pumpkin spice candy corn.
I have always disliked pumpkin pie. When I think about it, I associate it with not just an unpleasant tongue-and-nose sensation, but also with scary shortness of breath, just like with shrimp. And getting pumpkin guts on my delicate skin parts burns like the touch of
The first time I heard "pumpkin spice FOO", I parsed it not as (pumpkin spice), the spice mix that are typically used in pumpkin pies, but (pumpkin) + (spice), the vegetable plus its usual spices. So I assumed that I couldn't have it. (This was also before I started investigating my various food aversions and found that a number of them are based on physical issues.) Even after learning that there is generally no actual pumpkin in these, I decided not to.
But I got these. And I figured that I should warn my co-workers about this thing, since candy corn is one of those things which is A Certain Way, and that way is not something that should be trifled with lightly. So I drew the outline of a candy corn on a post-it, at which point I discovered that I have no whiteout. Fortunately, I do have a label-maker, the label-maker uses white tape, and in fact I did legitimately have to print a label to update the label-maker's labeling about the move to the new wing. So I was able to use the loose end to put on my warning sign.
Purple and I took our leave relatively quickly.
