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- Tue, 13:31: #lunchtable "Stabbed so hard with a frozen chicken sandwich you can't look a chicken in the eye!"
- Wed, 01:05: My fitbit #Fitstats_en_US for 2/10/2015: 7,311 steps and 3.1 miles traveled. http://t.co/gFMrr7q3Jy
- Wed, 04:30: Video: queen-bitchass: espressobean: Man with suit made of Mentos is dunked in a tank full of Diet Coke.... http://t.co/Itj0xIJEvG
Feb. 11th, 2015
Plan: go to bed in a timely manner, sleep soundly, wake early, drive to work early, see if there's breakfast at the big all-hands.
First contact with the enemy: I can't believe I didn't start that dryerload of laundry, causing at least 45 minutes worth of delay to my bedtime. The rest of the delay is totally on me.
Actual: 3am bedtime. 8:50am alarm. Dialed into the meeting, got dressed, went to work, arrived on-site at the meeting 5 minutes before it ended, too late to slip in any questions sideways, much less a tactfully phrased question that would go something like:
"I'd like to acknowledge all the hard work so many people have done on [helldesk]; with that in mind, I was wondering: how much longer do you think it will be until [helldesk] is usable?"
It was still a bit chilly and morning-y. I saw that Purple was wearing his puffy teal jacket, the one that looks less ridiculously puffy when it's being worn on a morning when you realize that maybe a hat might have been nice. He may or may not have seen me on my way up to the next meeting and his way back to his office.
It turned out that the person from Catering who we were supposed to meet was out of the office due to a sick kid, but the Conference Commandant and Madam Standards and I had a useful conversation!
My phone's battery life has taken a turn for the unfortunate. I should get that looked into.
I gave Madam Standards the version of "my card" with my phone number on it, for handy reference. This does mean she has my full name now, not just Azure.
By lunchtime, I was very hungry, as breakfast had been a random granola bar that I found in the car. I joined Purple and the gang. Among other things, we chattered about police blotters, and an assault using a sandwich and drink. This resulted in a very silly discussion ( violent humor )
We saw R in passing, in the company of the guy who looks like Obie except less likely to betray you and steal the plans for your power armor.
I showed my admin buddy the more back-end end of the helldesk system, and how to look up tickets in that. It was apparently useful, as he's been having problems including some emails which give you the blank page instead of taking you to your ticket.
I had my 1:1 with my manager. I took notes. There are many things to do. She had a few encouraging statements.
I did things. It turns out that a really easy way to see whether your teammates have Macs or PCs (hardware-wise, at least) is to look at their keyboards. Generally, only the Mac people will have those shiny silver thin things.
I was so very tired and sore by 6. I had also reached my step count, or very near it, by 6. I am wondering if the bumped-up step count is contributing to the soreness, and if so, how much.
Went home at a vaguely reasonable hour. Purple had got in to work substantially earlier than I did, and he was running late for the thing, so he wound up very near the building. I was not quite as near. We didn't chat too horribly long. We hugged, then I just stood there smiling at him. He backed away from the grinning Lunatic, at which point I made a startled and disgruntled sort of noise. "What does that mean in Chicken?" It was, of course, the sort of sound that you make when you're peacefully sitting on the perch and then your sister steps on you while walking over you in order to get a better place in the lineup. (Chicken pecking order is often illustrated in perch order, particularly some of the circular bits.)
Went to bed at a vaguely reasonable hour, without finishing my daily write-up.
First contact with the enemy: I can't believe I didn't start that dryerload of laundry, causing at least 45 minutes worth of delay to my bedtime. The rest of the delay is totally on me.
Actual: 3am bedtime. 8:50am alarm. Dialed into the meeting, got dressed, went to work, arrived on-site at the meeting 5 minutes before it ended, too late to slip in any questions sideways, much less a tactfully phrased question that would go something like:
"I'd like to acknowledge all the hard work so many people have done on [helldesk]; with that in mind, I was wondering: how much longer do you think it will be until [helldesk] is usable?"
It was still a bit chilly and morning-y. I saw that Purple was wearing his puffy teal jacket, the one that looks less ridiculously puffy when it's being worn on a morning when you realize that maybe a hat might have been nice. He may or may not have seen me on my way up to the next meeting and his way back to his office.
It turned out that the person from Catering who we were supposed to meet was out of the office due to a sick kid, but the Conference Commandant and Madam Standards and I had a useful conversation!
My phone's battery life has taken a turn for the unfortunate. I should get that looked into.
I gave Madam Standards the version of "my card" with my phone number on it, for handy reference. This does mean she has my full name now, not just Azure.
By lunchtime, I was very hungry, as breakfast had been a random granola bar that I found in the car. I joined Purple and the gang. Among other things, we chattered about police blotters, and an assault using a sandwich and drink. This resulted in a very silly discussion ( violent humor )
We saw R in passing, in the company of the guy who looks like Obie except less likely to betray you and steal the plans for your power armor.
I showed my admin buddy the more back-end end of the helldesk system, and how to look up tickets in that. It was apparently useful, as he's been having problems including some emails which give you the blank page instead of taking you to your ticket.
I had my 1:1 with my manager. I took notes. There are many things to do. She had a few encouraging statements.
I did things. It turns out that a really easy way to see whether your teammates have Macs or PCs (hardware-wise, at least) is to look at their keyboards. Generally, only the Mac people will have those shiny silver thin things.
I was so very tired and sore by 6. I had also reached my step count, or very near it, by 6. I am wondering if the bumped-up step count is contributing to the soreness, and if so, how much.
Went home at a vaguely reasonable hour. Purple had got in to work substantially earlier than I did, and he was running late for the thing, so he wound up very near the building. I was not quite as near. We didn't chat too horribly long. We hugged, then I just stood there smiling at him. He backed away from the grinning Lunatic, at which point I made a startled and disgruntled sort of noise. "What does that mean in Chicken?" It was, of course, the sort of sound that you make when you're peacefully sitting on the perch and then your sister steps on you while walking over you in order to get a better place in the lineup. (Chicken pecking order is often illustrated in perch order, particularly some of the circular bits.)
Went to bed at a vaguely reasonable hour, without finishing my daily write-up.