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Oct. 7th, 2015 01:17 amMonday's bid to refuel worked out well.
Monday's bid to deposit some checks did not work so well.
Tuesday's bid to deposit some checks went much better, despite the location of the bank being a little dodgy between the website, my memory, and where it actually was. (Turns out that was the location I went to Some Time Ago, via a much more shenanigan-laden route.)
I got to work by lunchtime, but despite the clear presence of Purple (car, stack of BSG DVDs on my desk), there was no sign of him on IM, nor lunch ping. I decided that I was headed to lunch eventually (having finished some poking at things) and swung by his desk (with salted chocolate pumpkin-spiced caramel in a napkin) intent on either dropping off the choccy or retrieving him in search of lunch had he got into some sort of conversation. He wasn't about, so I left the thing on his desk and sent a lunch ping via email on my way in to the cafeteria.
I saw Mr. Tux in line, and we wound up having an amiable lunch together. His officemate seems to be out or something?
My 1:1 with my manager happened; I have some specific fun things to do with the participant tool. She's pushing a certain agenda also; we'll see where that goes. It's also time to start conference prep again. There's someone in the management stack who is apparently well-described by the term 'bureaucrat', but who takes offense to the term; I suggested 'a rules and processes guy', which she seized on with enthusiasm.
I was face-down in various work when there was a presence at the door to my cube. It was Purple, somewhat sheepish about having disappeared on me without notice. I'd figured he'd gotten caught up in some meeting or other. In fact, it had been a goodbye lunch for his manager, who is moving teams internally. We exchanged appropriate sentiments. He gave me the heads-up that he was leaving early too (headed out of the office before our usual time, and not likely to have the time to swing by my desk to say goodnight).
Fishie's computer has entered a decline. At this point it is a 6+ year old laptop, being kept cool enough to function with a cooling pad, pleasant weather, and an external desk fan. I made a few fishmumly suggestions. Fishie had been saying that she didn't have a *real* reason to get a new computer, she just kind of *wanted* one, yesterday. Then it died twice in a row on her, and I got the sense that this was not an infrequent occurrence. (In fact, I could probably count how common it is from her off-pattern IRC disconnects.) I advised her that wanting a computer that does not regularly crap out is in fact a fully sufficient reason to get a new computer. I gave an overview of some of the relevant computer-woe principles, and suggested canned air. (She doesn't quite seem ready to dive into cracking the case. Though she may at some point unwrap a technician toolkit...) She will be making a spreadsheet. I am so proud of her and her spreadsheets. They provide an excellent framework for her to organize a bunch of things without having excessive anxious feelings about missing things when trying to hold it all in her head at once, and thereby come to a sensible decision that she's happy with.
I left at a sensible hour, and this time I remembered my coffee.
I ran into the Smoking Expat (friend of Purple's, just recently moved to the area, works in iirc my 2nd-cousin department upstairs) at Costco; he seemed surprised and pleased to see me there. I was a little disoriented because he was out of context and using my wallet name, plus I was listening to a podcast. I said "music" because that's one of the generics of non-interactive audio. We crossed paths in the aisles a few more times, and at one point I saw someone else from the same 2nd cousin department talking to him.
phone is celebrating the 4-year anniversary of meeting his partner. I'm very happy for them. Various circumstantial things led me to realize that by this point I have spent about 42% of my life unrequitedly in love with some dude or other named the same thing. I mean. It's clear that I am very good at unrequited love. I am a pro. But. THE SAME FUCKING NAME YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. (At this point, my mental model of Purple pipes up with some commentary about name frequency, and I lose 10 minutes to research...) Though it does turn out that the name is within the top 40 in US popularity during absolutely every year in my personal dating range, peaking around about the time two of these particular fellows were born. (The name Purple's had about the same amount of trouble with is similarly prominent in his dating range, though skewing a little younger, relatively.)
The poodle did not drink a bee. Somehow, the conversation about this on Monday night wandered into Harry Potter, then back out to where I did not remember that it was LBJ who ordered trousers: http://americanradioworks.publicradio.org/features/prestapes/lbj_haggar.html and then somehow back around to bees again, via more information than I strictly needed to know about mosquitoes.
Tomorrow is another day.
Monday's bid to deposit some checks did not work so well.
Tuesday's bid to deposit some checks went much better, despite the location of the bank being a little dodgy between the website, my memory, and where it actually was. (Turns out that was the location I went to Some Time Ago, via a much more shenanigan-laden route.)
I got to work by lunchtime, but despite the clear presence of Purple (car, stack of BSG DVDs on my desk), there was no sign of him on IM, nor lunch ping. I decided that I was headed to lunch eventually (having finished some poking at things) and swung by his desk (with salted chocolate pumpkin-spiced caramel in a napkin) intent on either dropping off the choccy or retrieving him in search of lunch had he got into some sort of conversation. He wasn't about, so I left the thing on his desk and sent a lunch ping via email on my way in to the cafeteria.
I saw Mr. Tux in line, and we wound up having an amiable lunch together. His officemate seems to be out or something?
My 1:1 with my manager happened; I have some specific fun things to do with the participant tool. She's pushing a certain agenda also; we'll see where that goes. It's also time to start conference prep again. There's someone in the management stack who is apparently well-described by the term 'bureaucrat', but who takes offense to the term; I suggested 'a rules and processes guy', which she seized on with enthusiasm.
I was face-down in various work when there was a presence at the door to my cube. It was Purple, somewhat sheepish about having disappeared on me without notice. I'd figured he'd gotten caught up in some meeting or other. In fact, it had been a goodbye lunch for his manager, who is moving teams internally. We exchanged appropriate sentiments. He gave me the heads-up that he was leaving early too (headed out of the office before our usual time, and not likely to have the time to swing by my desk to say goodnight).
Fishie's computer has entered a decline. At this point it is a 6+ year old laptop, being kept cool enough to function with a cooling pad, pleasant weather, and an external desk fan. I made a few fishmumly suggestions. Fishie had been saying that she didn't have a *real* reason to get a new computer, she just kind of *wanted* one, yesterday. Then it died twice in a row on her, and I got the sense that this was not an infrequent occurrence. (In fact, I could probably count how common it is from her off-pattern IRC disconnects.) I advised her that wanting a computer that does not regularly crap out is in fact a fully sufficient reason to get a new computer. I gave an overview of some of the relevant computer-woe principles, and suggested canned air. (She doesn't quite seem ready to dive into cracking the case. Though she may at some point unwrap a technician toolkit...) She will be making a spreadsheet. I am so proud of her and her spreadsheets. They provide an excellent framework for her to organize a bunch of things without having excessive anxious feelings about missing things when trying to hold it all in her head at once, and thereby come to a sensible decision that she's happy with.
I left at a sensible hour, and this time I remembered my coffee.
I ran into the Smoking Expat (friend of Purple's, just recently moved to the area, works in iirc my 2nd-cousin department upstairs) at Costco; he seemed surprised and pleased to see me there. I was a little disoriented because he was out of context and using my wallet name, plus I was listening to a podcast. I said "music" because that's one of the generics of non-interactive audio. We crossed paths in the aisles a few more times, and at one point I saw someone else from the same 2nd cousin department talking to him.
phone is celebrating the 4-year anniversary of meeting his partner. I'm very happy for them. Various circumstantial things led me to realize that by this point I have spent about 42% of my life unrequitedly in love with some dude or other named the same thing. I mean. It's clear that I am very good at unrequited love. I am a pro. But. THE SAME FUCKING NAME YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. (At this point, my mental model of Purple pipes up with some commentary about name frequency, and I lose 10 minutes to research...) Though it does turn out that the name is within the top 40 in US popularity during absolutely every year in my personal dating range, peaking around about the time two of these particular fellows were born. (The name Purple's had about the same amount of trouble with is similarly prominent in his dating range, though skewing a little younger, relatively.)
The poodle did not drink a bee. Somehow, the conversation about this on Monday night wandered into Harry Potter, then back out to where I did not remember that it was LBJ who ordered trousers: http://americanradioworks.publicradio.org/features/prestapes/lbj_haggar.html and then somehow back around to bees again, via more information than I strictly needed to know about mosquitoes.
Tomorrow is another day.
