A quiet Wednesday
Dec. 25th, 2014 12:02 amNora had been going to drive down to see her parents today, but the weather was ass so she stayed in, writing.
Arrived at work at a more reasonable hour. Wandered by Purple's office to deliver chocolate (and see whether his half-hour AFK was because he was busy, or because he'd called lunch early). He'd been over in a teammate's office, but upon learning that my mission was chocolate, and that it was about that time, they decided that since the thing was taking forever to run, it might as well be lunchtime.
The cafeteria was very quiet. The selection was limited. Lunch was nice. There was chatter about heating, and insulation, and the difference between the climate in San Jose and Pacifica.
I thought I was the only one in from my team, but one of the former interns was in for a bit. We were both working quietly, and then I was the only one. I had put a candle arrangement up on the big screen, and unplugged my headphones and played instrumental carols.
It's the time of the year where I get the chance to make sure that things are in order, and that's what I am quietly doing. Purple is busy being Unit Test Jesus, and also occasionally Yoda. He bounced some wiki off of me and I tried to be helpful.
We also discussed when we were headed out for the day. He proposed a time. I counter-proposed based on the Costco holiday hour schedule. I had brought some cake, which I termed "troutslap cake" after Purple's analogy: chocolate cake and chocolate frosting, so you're getting troutslapped with chocolate. Purple came over a little early. I cleared off the couch and we nibbled and gossiped. Then I gathered myself together and we wandered into the parking lot. I put my gear in the car and got off-balance again (drat these sloping parking lots).
It was of course a good thing that I did not fall and clonk my head on the asphalt, as that is Not Soft. Concrete is less soft. By comparison, plywood is positively springy. That led to the summer that I decided I was going to sleep on plywood rather than my mattress (I was a difficult teenager) and that led into some of my teenage adventures with surprisingly vigorous and energetic depression. I have always been capable of carrying an intense grudge. It hasn't just been the helldesk software. Sometimes it's been myself who I hate with that blazing intensity, not just a glum depression. Various items of schoolwork have borne the brunt at various times, like cursive. It's a thing that runs in the family. I did some compare/contrast: when I wish to please my team, perhaps I bring in a small cake. When my father particularly wished to please the office, you get a situation involving a sarong, a great vat of mulled cider, and eight floors of conch-blowing.
One of the major things I am thankful for this year is having someone of such a similar background to talk to. I mentioned one of the major patches of unexplored landmines in my brain, one which does not come out around people who are likely to troubleshoot me in ways which could wind up setting one off. I don't think this set got discussed with Darkside at all.
I remembered the grapefruit video which I'd forgotten last night, which I described with great care for the surroundings. Micro-cuts are not an excellent thing to introduce to citric acid.
I did make it to Costco before it closed.
Yuletide opened early! I shall be reading quite a bit tonight and tomorrow.
Thursday: sleep, reading, and headed over to my aunt's now.
Arrived at work at a more reasonable hour. Wandered by Purple's office to deliver chocolate (and see whether his half-hour AFK was because he was busy, or because he'd called lunch early). He'd been over in a teammate's office, but upon learning that my mission was chocolate, and that it was about that time, they decided that since the thing was taking forever to run, it might as well be lunchtime.
The cafeteria was very quiet. The selection was limited. Lunch was nice. There was chatter about heating, and insulation, and the difference between the climate in San Jose and Pacifica.
I thought I was the only one in from my team, but one of the former interns was in for a bit. We were both working quietly, and then I was the only one. I had put a candle arrangement up on the big screen, and unplugged my headphones and played instrumental carols.
It's the time of the year where I get the chance to make sure that things are in order, and that's what I am quietly doing. Purple is busy being Unit Test Jesus, and also occasionally Yoda. He bounced some wiki off of me and I tried to be helpful.
We also discussed when we were headed out for the day. He proposed a time. I counter-proposed based on the Costco holiday hour schedule. I had brought some cake, which I termed "troutslap cake" after Purple's analogy: chocolate cake and chocolate frosting, so you're getting troutslapped with chocolate. Purple came over a little early. I cleared off the couch and we nibbled and gossiped. Then I gathered myself together and we wandered into the parking lot. I put my gear in the car and got off-balance again (drat these sloping parking lots).
It was of course a good thing that I did not fall and clonk my head on the asphalt, as that is Not Soft. Concrete is less soft. By comparison, plywood is positively springy. That led to the summer that I decided I was going to sleep on plywood rather than my mattress (I was a difficult teenager) and that led into some of my teenage adventures with surprisingly vigorous and energetic depression. I have always been capable of carrying an intense grudge. It hasn't just been the helldesk software. Sometimes it's been myself who I hate with that blazing intensity, not just a glum depression. Various items of schoolwork have borne the brunt at various times, like cursive. It's a thing that runs in the family. I did some compare/contrast: when I wish to please my team, perhaps I bring in a small cake. When my father particularly wished to please the office, you get a situation involving a sarong, a great vat of mulled cider, and eight floors of conch-blowing.
One of the major things I am thankful for this year is having someone of such a similar background to talk to. I mentioned one of the major patches of unexplored landmines in my brain, one which does not come out around people who are likely to troubleshoot me in ways which could wind up setting one off. I don't think this set got discussed with Darkside at all.
I remembered the grapefruit video which I'd forgotten last night, which I described with great care for the surroundings. Micro-cuts are not an excellent thing to introduce to citric acid.
I did make it to Costco before it closed.
Yuletide opened early! I shall be reading quite a bit tonight and tomorrow.
Thursday: sleep, reading, and headed over to my aunt's now.