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azurelunatic) wrote2013-12-31 11:17 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2013-12-31 11:17 pm
Like a handbell choir, for airhorns.
There is an ongoing ticket involving a specific department which I have been, in the words of one of the helpdesk guys, "chasing" -- it was filed on the 4th. Granted that all the delays after the 20th probably involved the holidays, but still! I am Mispleased.
I arrived only a little ahead of my Overlady, who showed up at my cube to inquire whether I had in fact been there all night, as I'd been there when she left last night and was also there when she came in, appearing to have not moved other than to ruffle the contents of my overstacked desk. I was wearing various rainbowy and sparkly things which don't typically live at work, but as my Overlady pointed out, "don't typically" and "didn't last night" are two entirely different things. As a rule, you cannot in fact tell from my outfit whether it's different from the day before (given as I have many identical black garments), so that didn't help matters either.
I cleared off some desk space, did a little under-desk diving to free up a plugspace or two, then let my Overlady know that I was ready to commence. She unplugged things, and then handed over the surprisingly light monitor. Cables followed, and soon my Overlady was diving under my desk as I scrambled for a flashlight. (I have one of those little red hand-crank jobbies from IKEA.) The cableage on hand didn't succeed in hooking it all up; after a few rounds with god-knows-what, we determined that on-floor helpdesk was closed for lunch, and therefore I was headed down to lunch as well.
The office was somewhat less of a deserted land today, weirdly, as there were more than like four representatives of my team in during the morning. Most of them did leave around lunchtime though!
Lunch was good: I sat down with the Renaissance Man and someone who may have been his former teammate, yet another guy with the same freaking name. (Darkside, upon receiving my wailings on this topic, made some historically-themed jokes at my expense.) Shortly Mr. Zune joined us, and the four of us made quite the jolly half-hour of it. Topics included The Aristocrats, piano comedy as a genre and its brightest stars (which is not a topic the gentlemen had really intended to become experts in, but it turns out if you're into standup and music, you're going to hear of Tom Leher), what-if, the Renaissance Man's status as the Good Twin (his evil twin moved to Alaska), the incredulous powers of my eyebrow to extract increasingly defensive explanations from the relatively morally upright party, my manager's long-suffering patience with the wacky hijinks of myself and others (no, really, I'm not the only loose screw in my department), the requisitioning of odd office supplies via Office Depot, the blanket prohibition on noisy and projectile toys as gifts for all conference attendees, the loophole that didn't prevent noisy toys as committee/manager/helper gifts (I had a few slide whistles), the unlikelihood of getting chainsaws via Office Depot, how helpdesk is basically unflappable, and how if one person walked in to Helpdesk and asked for a chainsaw they'd think he was weird, and if two people do it, they'd think they was friends, and if three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in to the helpdesk and asking for a chainsaw, and they may think it's a movement.
And all of us chainsaw-lovers belong on the Group W Bench.
From that point, someone, someone who was definitely not me, and was probably one of the #cupcake crew, suggested a team-building exercise where half the people get cans of air, and half the people get little horn-shaped bits of plastic, and you have to build team by finding one person with the other part, and then you're teammates. Later I elaborated on the concept such as each horn would blow at a different pitch, and you'd have to organize yourselves by tone, sort of an air horn version of a handbell choir. I found the idea hysterical.
My Overlady was not impressed by this genius idea, and told me that I wasn't allowed to play poker. Also, that at the rate I was giggling, that no one would believe me when I told them that I'd only been doing caffeine, and "I wasn't huffing caffeine!" was perhaps not the correct answer, however truthful.
Later, I broke out the giant peppermint patties, much to my Overlady's various consternation. It turns out that even 1/8 of one of the half-pound patties is enough to noticeably raise my blood sugar. The entire pound would probably kill both of us. I found other people to share with, such as my in-the-office-that-day #cupcake compatriots, and the upstairs lunch table.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Don't_stuff_beans_up_your_nose
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Don%27t_stuff_beans_up_the_developers%27_noses
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:No_climbing_the_Reichstag_dressed_as_Spider-Man
http://azurelunatic.dreamwidth.org/tag/nasal-retentive
Eventually the inhabitants of #adventuresofstnono jostled me into cleaning up and heading home, where I was just in time to join a game or two.
It's a bit chilly outside, and I'm getting through a bit of my dvr backlog, tidying a bit, and bouncing on my balance ball. It's been a crap year for a lot of people and I'm glad it's over for them; for my part, I feel like things are getting better, and I hope 2014 continues the trends.
I arrived only a little ahead of my Overlady, who showed up at my cube to inquire whether I had in fact been there all night, as I'd been there when she left last night and was also there when she came in, appearing to have not moved other than to ruffle the contents of my overstacked desk. I was wearing various rainbowy and sparkly things which don't typically live at work, but as my Overlady pointed out, "don't typically" and "didn't last night" are two entirely different things. As a rule, you cannot in fact tell from my outfit whether it's different from the day before (given as I have many identical black garments), so that didn't help matters either.
I cleared off some desk space, did a little under-desk diving to free up a plugspace or two, then let my Overlady know that I was ready to commence. She unplugged things, and then handed over the surprisingly light monitor. Cables followed, and soon my Overlady was diving under my desk as I scrambled for a flashlight. (I have one of those little red hand-crank jobbies from IKEA.) The cableage on hand didn't succeed in hooking it all up; after a few rounds with god-knows-what, we determined that on-floor helpdesk was closed for lunch, and therefore I was headed down to lunch as well.
The office was somewhat less of a deserted land today, weirdly, as there were more than like four representatives of my team in during the morning. Most of them did leave around lunchtime though!
Lunch was good: I sat down with the Renaissance Man and someone who may have been his former teammate, yet another guy with the same freaking name. (Darkside, upon receiving my wailings on this topic, made some historically-themed jokes at my expense.) Shortly Mr. Zune joined us, and the four of us made quite the jolly half-hour of it. Topics included The Aristocrats, piano comedy as a genre and its brightest stars (which is not a topic the gentlemen had really intended to become experts in, but it turns out if you're into standup and music, you're going to hear of Tom Leher), what-if, the Renaissance Man's status as the Good Twin (his evil twin moved to Alaska), the incredulous powers of my eyebrow to extract increasingly defensive explanations from the relatively morally upright party, my manager's long-suffering patience with the wacky hijinks of myself and others (no, really, I'm not the only loose screw in my department), the requisitioning of odd office supplies via Office Depot, the blanket prohibition on noisy and projectile toys as gifts for all conference attendees, the loophole that didn't prevent noisy toys as committee/manager/helper gifts (I had a few slide whistles), the unlikelihood of getting chainsaws via Office Depot, how helpdesk is basically unflappable, and how if one person walked in to Helpdesk and asked for a chainsaw they'd think he was weird, and if two people do it, they'd think they was friends, and if three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in to the helpdesk and asking for a chainsaw, and they may think it's a movement.
And all of us chainsaw-lovers belong on the Group W Bench.
From that point, someone, someone who was definitely not me, and was probably one of the #cupcake crew, suggested a team-building exercise where half the people get cans of air, and half the people get little horn-shaped bits of plastic, and you have to build team by finding one person with the other part, and then you're teammates. Later I elaborated on the concept such as each horn would blow at a different pitch, and you'd have to organize yourselves by tone, sort of an air horn version of a handbell choir. I found the idea hysterical.
My Overlady was not impressed by this genius idea, and told me that I wasn't allowed to play poker. Also, that at the rate I was giggling, that no one would believe me when I told them that I'd only been doing caffeine, and "I wasn't huffing caffeine!" was perhaps not the correct answer, however truthful.
Later, I broke out the giant peppermint patties, much to my Overlady's various consternation. It turns out that even 1/8 of one of the half-pound patties is enough to noticeably raise my blood sugar. The entire pound would probably kill both of us. I found other people to share with, such as my in-the-office-that-day #cupcake compatriots, and the upstairs lunch table.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Don't_stuff_beans_up_your_nose
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Don%27t_stuff_beans_up_the_developers%27_noses
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:No_climbing_the_Reichstag_dressed_as_Spider-Man
http://azurelunatic.dreamwidth.org/tag/nasal-retentive
Eventually the inhabitants of #adventuresofstnono jostled me into cleaning up and heading home, where I was just in time to join a game or two.
It's a bit chilly outside, and I'm getting through a bit of my dvr backlog, tidying a bit, and bouncing on my balance ball. It's been a crap year for a lot of people and I'm glad it's over for them; for my part, I feel like things are getting better, and I hope 2014 continues the trends.
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(I like your work reports, but have no idea how to comment on these)
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I'm glad you like these! I mostly write them up for myself so I remember what's been going on, but it's always a bonus when other people enjoy them as well.
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