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Dec. 1st, 2014
At least it's good frosting.
Dec. 1st, 2014 11:43 pmIt was good to get back into the office, particularly now that Sparkles and the Stage Manager are back from their respective out-of-office excursions.
It's nice to have lunch with tech dudes who can say things like "I was expecting a big space epic, I wasn't expecting such a good emotional story. I cried!" about a movie.
I brought Tay's cookies into the office. When you say "special cookies", people get a somewhat ... greener ... idea of the unusual ingredients. I put the plate on the collaboration table and left a note mentioning the ingredients, in case anyone had any questions. It seemed that everyone had a reason for not being able to eat them:
* don't like ginger
* really don't like ginger
* can't have gluten
* vegan
* vegetarian
* the smell of cat food offends their stomachs and the cricket flour imparts a gentle whiff of cat food
With the icing, Purple said that it resembled eggs from a very large frog. Thank you, Purple. I don't think we had any citrus allergies, or they would have declared themselves at the lemon in the lemon icing.
Mr. Zune tried one, the only person so far other than me to do so. He agreed that it was a dry, not particularly gingery gingersnap.
Mr. Zune linked the comic http://survivingtheworld.net/Lesson45.html in chat due to the context of special ingredients and Alaska.
( Transcription of link. )
I declared that what was needed was not an oven that huge, but after the method of the countertop rotating pizza oven, what you'd need was drones with heat guns.
Data entry ensued.
One of the interns is back as a full-timer! Yay!
Purple and I sketched out plans for a Mockingjay trip, now that I'd finished Catching Fire. Mr. Antisocial Butterfly was interested too. We collectively decided on Tuesday evening. Purple picked a time. Once all was decided, he polled #cupcake.
Purple forgot his badge, as he tends to do when coming back from vacation. He gets out of the habit of scooping it up on his way out the door. If this time is like last time, tonight he'll put it down white-side up and forget to pick it up tomorrow morning because it's been camouflaged.
Between one thing and the other, I sort of managed to get tickets for the wrong day, before getting them for the right day. I wound up calling the theatre to see what they could do; what they could do was put it on the equivalent of a gift card, provided I could come down to pick it up. So I did, which gave me the bonus of getting lost on not-tomorrow-night on my way there. I chatted with Nora on the way there, and Steph on the way home.
The Sprouts near the outdoor farmers market is not yet open, though it is looking closer to done.
Someone in #gf linked http://geekfeminism.wikia.com/wiki/Economically_Secure_Tech_Worker_Privilege_Checklist and I poked at it a bit.
I hope to sleep better tonight.
It's nice to have lunch with tech dudes who can say things like "I was expecting a big space epic, I wasn't expecting such a good emotional story. I cried!" about a movie.
I brought Tay's cookies into the office. When you say "special cookies", people get a somewhat ... greener ... idea of the unusual ingredients. I put the plate on the collaboration table and left a note mentioning the ingredients, in case anyone had any questions. It seemed that everyone had a reason for not being able to eat them:
* don't like ginger
* really don't like ginger
* can't have gluten
* vegan
* vegetarian
* the smell of cat food offends their stomachs and the cricket flour imparts a gentle whiff of cat food
With the icing, Purple said that it resembled eggs from a very large frog. Thank you, Purple. I don't think we had any citrus allergies, or they would have declared themselves at the lemon in the lemon icing.
Mr. Zune tried one, the only person so far other than me to do so. He agreed that it was a dry, not particularly gingery gingersnap.
Mr. Zune linked the comic http://survivingtheworld.net/Lesson45.html in chat due to the context of special ingredients and Alaska.
( Transcription of link. )
I declared that what was needed was not an oven that huge, but after the method of the countertop rotating pizza oven, what you'd need was drones with heat guns.
Data entry ensued.
One of the interns is back as a full-timer! Yay!
Purple and I sketched out plans for a Mockingjay trip, now that I'd finished Catching Fire. Mr. Antisocial Butterfly was interested too. We collectively decided on Tuesday evening. Purple picked a time. Once all was decided, he polled #cupcake.
Purple forgot his badge, as he tends to do when coming back from vacation. He gets out of the habit of scooping it up on his way out the door. If this time is like last time, tonight he'll put it down white-side up and forget to pick it up tomorrow morning because it's been camouflaged.
Between one thing and the other, I sort of managed to get tickets for the wrong day, before getting them for the right day. I wound up calling the theatre to see what they could do; what they could do was put it on the equivalent of a gift card, provided I could come down to pick it up. So I did, which gave me the bonus of getting lost on not-tomorrow-night on my way there. I chatted with Nora on the way there, and Steph on the way home.
The Sprouts near the outdoor farmers market is not yet open, though it is looking closer to done.
Someone in #gf linked http://geekfeminism.wikia.com/wiki/Economically_Secure_Tech_Worker_Privilege_Checklist and I poked at it a bit.
I hope to sleep better tonight.