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azurelunatic) wrote2005-07-28 04:01 am
azurelunatic) wrote2005-07-28 04:01 am
Great day, quiet night
I got up reasonably on time, but I gave myself a major scheduling malfunction when I turned my alarm clock OFF rather than hitting snooze again when I was going to "just check a few things, honest" on the computer. Heh. I was nearly late; as it was, I skidded in at 1:02 (within the grace period), without half the stuff done that I should have gotten accomplished before I left. (Most of these involved lunch.)
The client call session started out with a rousing little lecture from Comic Pirate Super, featuring some frank question-and-answer on the finer details of proper performance on the survey. There were a good twenty of us on the client call, each of us selected for our professionalism in general and our specific good performance on $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB.
One of the things that the survey features is a demographic filter -- if there isn't someone in a specific demographic group in the household, the study terminates (it takes about 30 seconds to 1 minute to terminate, depending on the respondent) -- and sometimes we get false terminates, when the person on the phone says that there's no one like that there -- that is to say, someone in that group lives there but is not in at the moment. So we verify that no one of that demographic group lives there, to avoid false terminates. I understood that we did that all the time -- whether someone interrupted us in the middle of the intro to say that no one of the demographic group lived there, and also after asking the first question, to weed out the potential false terminates. Comic Pirate Super said that actually, it was only supposed to be if interrupted, as far as he knew. I'm a monitor. This means that there will be some communication and de-obfuscation going on with some nice hasty speed.
Nothing of particular note happened for me on the phones on the client call. I did manage, in the spaces between calls, to get![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
murnkay's encounter with a phone goon who may or may not have been an actual salescreature drawn up in cartoon form. It's not scanned yet -- I'll be scanning the whole collection at some point.
At the just-before-5pm mark, Comic Pirate Super and Phone Call In Super came around with the leftover cake from the client/management meeting (woo, sounds dirty!) cut into bite-sized pieces so we the phone goons could share in the gooey deliciousness. I scored a bite of exceptionally frosting-covered brownie-type-thing. There was chocolate all over my napkin (and probably face). By the time I was done with my treat, it had hit five, and I was so out of there.
I was going to attempt to go bleed, even after work, but I was 30 seconds (approximately) too late to catch the appropriately timed 19 southbound, and (disgruntled), I waited for the Red Line to take me to writing group with no detours. On the way, I managed some work on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crossovercomic. Not much, but enough to make me feel productive and get the mental juices flowing again after stalling out.
I was late tofreshstartwrite by half an hour as it was. I read two things today -- "I Have a Friend" (which is a compilation of horror stories based on how I tend to start comments on some of the threads over at ginmar's) and "My Brother, the Storm" (much lighter, a LF story). hcolleen had a bizarre fictional salad (that she'd actually made, and it was tasty). I must introduce her to cadhla's idea of a salad.
meacu1pa was having car troubles. What is it with our gang and car troubles? There's been a rash of them of late! We all went to Cafe Fiat afterwards. easalle has the good kind of relatives in, and couldn't make it to either group or dinner.
Cafe Fiat is great, and has the kind of service, rapport with customers, and food that makes the place collect loyalty. Today, there was a cheesecake shortage (causing a disruption in the if only/alas balance of the universe, as I said the latter without saying the former, and did so twice) and an avocado shortage (causing free pieces of cheesecake to be distributed to those who were shorted in the avocado department). Nonetheless, service, while not always prompt, is personal, cheerful, and a joy forever. It does not hurt that the food is highly tasty.
It is much of a weirdness to be having an enthusiastic conversation about slash and smut withhcolleen (around azwriter) at Cafe Fiat, of all places.
J provided two of us currently carless ones with rides -- me to a convenient bus stop, andmeacu1pa home. I caught the Red Line with no problems.
I have photos from Tuesday and Monday to upload, including a lot of rather blurry and dark ones (that will probably have to be binned) that were supposed to be of the local kittens.
The client call session started out with a rousing little lecture from Comic Pirate Super, featuring some frank question-and-answer on the finer details of proper performance on the survey. There were a good twenty of us on the client call, each of us selected for our professionalism in general and our specific good performance on $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB.
One of the things that the survey features is a demographic filter -- if there isn't someone in a specific demographic group in the household, the study terminates (it takes about 30 seconds to 1 minute to terminate, depending on the respondent) -- and sometimes we get false terminates, when the person on the phone says that there's no one like that there -- that is to say, someone in that group lives there but is not in at the moment. So we verify that no one of that demographic group lives there, to avoid false terminates. I understood that we did that all the time -- whether someone interrupted us in the middle of the intro to say that no one of the demographic group lived there, and also after asking the first question, to weed out the potential false terminates. Comic Pirate Super said that actually, it was only supposed to be if interrupted, as far as he knew. I'm a monitor. This means that there will be some communication and de-obfuscation going on with some nice hasty speed.
Nothing of particular note happened for me on the phones on the client call. I did manage, in the spaces between calls, to get
murnkay's encounter with a phone goon who may or may not have been an actual salescreature drawn up in cartoon form. It's not scanned yet -- I'll be scanning the whole collection at some point. At the just-before-5pm mark, Comic Pirate Super and Phone Call In Super came around with the leftover cake from the client/management meeting (woo, sounds dirty!) cut into bite-sized pieces so we the phone goons could share in the gooey deliciousness. I scored a bite of exceptionally frosting-covered brownie-type-thing. There was chocolate all over my napkin (and probably face). By the time I was done with my treat, it had hit five, and I was so out of there.
I was going to attempt to go bleed, even after work, but I was 30 seconds (approximately) too late to catch the appropriately timed 19 southbound, and (disgruntled), I waited for the Red Line to take me to writing group with no detours. On the way, I managed some work on
crossovercomic. Not much, but enough to make me feel productive and get the mental juices flowing again after stalling out. I was late to
freshstartwrite by half an hour as it was. I read two things today -- "I Have a Friend" (which is a compilation of horror stories based on how I tend to start comments on some of the threads over at ginmar's) and "My Brother, the Storm" (much lighter, a LF story). hcolleen had a bizarre fictional salad (that she'd actually made, and it was tasty). I must introduce her to cadhla's idea of a salad. meacu1pa was having car troubles. What is it with our gang and car troubles? There's been a rash of them of late! We all went to Cafe Fiat afterwards. easalle has the good kind of relatives in, and couldn't make it to either group or dinner. Cafe Fiat is great, and has the kind of service, rapport with customers, and food that makes the place collect loyalty. Today, there was a cheesecake shortage (causing a disruption in the if only/alas balance of the universe, as I said the latter without saying the former, and did so twice) and an avocado shortage (causing free pieces of cheesecake to be distributed to those who were shorted in the avocado department). Nonetheless, service, while not always prompt, is personal, cheerful, and a joy forever. It does not hurt that the food is highly tasty.
It is much of a weirdness to be having an enthusiastic conversation about slash and smut with
hcolleen (around azwriter) at Cafe Fiat, of all places. J provided two of us currently carless ones with rides -- me to a convenient bus stop, and
meacu1pa home. I caught the Red Line with no problems. I have photos from Tuesday and Monday to upload, including a lot of rather blurry and dark ones (that will probably have to be binned) that were supposed to be of the local kittens.