Tomorrow my team throws an exercise in empathy for the greater team which contains Mr. With All Due Respect Bite Me, and Racist McMansplain. This is going to be fun.
The scale is 5.5 hours (to the big conference's 16-plus-social), and 75 people to the big conference's 100-ish. It feels like this one has had 5% or less of the time-and-resources poured in, although in some respects we're reaping the benefits of the things we've learned the hard way on the big one.
I'm taking down notes for the format, because they want to do the same one for other teams.
"Murderbasement" is another compound word, like "shamecleaning", that seems to have caught on. I've made signs for the murderbasement so people don't get lost in it, and can find their way safely to the conference room.
The new procedure for procuring office supplies means that we can't order stuff on Monday and expect it on Wednesday anymore, which makes me a very cranky Lunatic. I shall possibly complain. Meanwhile, I was in fact able to scrape together enough post-its from the stock we had on hand.
Purple had lunch elsewhere today, so I wound up in the lunch custody of my team.
In the parking lot this evening, one of the lights was giving off a peculiarly wavy light. We went over to investigate. Turns out that it wasn't fully watertight, and a puddle had accumulated on the bottom glass, where it was waving gently as the light shone through. It didn't appear to be a problem, just kinda weird.
One of the tactics I use sometimes, particularly when dealing with strangers who are looking for any excuse to pop me in the "idiot end-user" bucket, is to intentionally come off much more ditzy than I actually am, by the mechanism of having all sorts of hopefully relevant and facts, but without betraying any conclusion that I might have come to. Purple somewhat indignantly inquired where I'd learned that as a defense mechanism, as that sort of thing doesn't arise in a vacuum. I contemplated. Tech is one of those places, of course. Another thing was Shawn. Purple started going "Of course! 'Not allowed opinions!'" because, well, Shawn. He'd reckoned that it might be parentally-related, but Shawn explains *so much*. We'd got into this via condescending endearments, as I'd got into a minor tech-tussle on Twitter in which I'd condescended right the hell back to some guy via "bro" used belittlingly. That wandered into
the time that guy helped me push Vash out of an intersection after I'd changed his battery and not screwed everything down tight enough, and he'd used some endearment in a way that just made me bristle. (Oh man. That's wronger than I thought it had been.) Also, Purple's general position on endearments is such that it might in fact me acceptable for me to not squish the automatic "sweetie" quite as hard as I have been. (Of my close-people with endearments attached, Kat is "babe", Darkside is "beloved", and apparently Purple is "sweetie". )
Mr. Wizard Beard popped into the parking lot. He was parked next to Purple, as it turned out. We all wound up chatting about this and that until the rain started up again.
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