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azurelunatic) wrote2014-02-07 02:59 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-02-07 02:59 am
single-digit year is not an actual requirement
Highlights from the day:
Hooray for 40% response (all positive) in the first 45 minutes for a research recruitment! I am reminded of an exchange with you-know-who regarding my worries when I'd sent out 10+ invitations and got no response, not even an autoresponder, within 24 hours, so things like this make me smug in retrospect.
We keep getting back people who have previously interned with us. (Sadly for us, my secret favorite intern turned us down on a geographical basis.) With our newest full-time teammate, the Quest for Adobe Software has revived itself. He turned directly up in my cube and overcame his usual reticience to ask quite forthrightly that I do the thing I did last time to make sure he got the software. I started the process, and expressed my hope that my skill at poking procurement with a rake had got better. (It all seems to be rakes, lately.)
Sometimes, four guys in one office is a party. Other times, it is a sign that things are going very, very poorly. Purple has been having a hell of a month.
When the true requirement is YYYY-MM-DD, the tooltip when I enter otherwise that tells me that the requirement is Y-m-d? NOT SO HELPFUL. Ticket filed.
Poor lb had some helpdesk shenanigans rained down upon him. He raised some hell; I instigated some hell-raising. Deep abyss is deep; sharp grouse is sharp.
It was cool and drippy in Palo Alto, if not cold and rainy, so both the lights on the collaboration table were on. It gives me a happy warm feeling, as a tangible reminder of the way I try to take care of my team.
I was whacking away at more fun with various data (the workaround is to delete the weak records and re-create them) when my light blinked. It was one of the Ladies Loudly in Tech, who had discovered my doorbell button and wondered what it did. So she pushed it, and it got my attention! We chatted about this and that. Purple saw all the commotion and popped up to the corner of my cube, which is a place so very just out of sight of both direct and the mirror that I may need to retrain him if he's attempting to subtly get my attention if I'm not busy, because standing there probably will not work (since I have to tune out people reading the map). He was pleased to have faciliated our introduction at a previous point in time. (At the time, I was being praised for crimes against Simon and also Garfunkel.)
So after Purple got un-hella-busy... and he said something including "long-term memory loss", and of course "Amnesia" starts playing in my head, and he mentions getting the Chumbawamba earworm, which leads to me mentioning "he takes a spider drink", which results in him giggling. He had gone ahead and attempted to figure out how one would make a spider drink. "I'm imagining the tech support call to the juicer manufacturer..." which of course would involve one of those slow revealing of further horrifying details, like what exactly was being juiced. (Insert break in writeup process for brief googling of spider toxicity as poisonous rather than venomous; wikipedia tells me that some places consider the tarantula a delicacy.) Most of the comedy of the tech support call would derive from it starting out sounding very normal, like maybe someone was having a bad time with some kiwifruit, but would slowly take a turn for the truly surreal, especially given that the audience would possibly be aware from the outset exactly what it was in there...
[23:57]sithjawa: What would even happen...
[23:58]azurelunatic: He was imagining how the thing might get jammed up
[23:58]azurelunatic: and "hi, I'm trying to use my juicer but it's not working"
[23:58]azurelunatic: "tell me about how it's not working"
[23:58]azurelunatic: "well at first there was juice coming out but now it's not and it's making weird crunching sounds"
[23:59]azurelunatic: "it might be the hairs, these ones were pretty hairy"
[23:59]azurelunatic: "have you tried peeling them first?"
[23:59]sithjawa: PEELING THEM
[00:00]azurelunatic: PEELING
Purple has reached perhaps the 75% mark in FEED. Buffy's death didn't make him cry; I advised that for me it was a two-handkerchief book and Buffy was the first handkerchief. He was pleased with the willingness to go there. For reasons which should be obvious, I grinned and snickered. He will be lending me Red Mars. I advised as how Seanan is not so blatant about the tears of her audience being delicious to her as SRB is. Purple channeled Cartman in a very disturbing way. I found myself explaining the Game of Thrones sexposition in the tv as opposed to the books.
One of the tales I was telling Purple involved mentioning the dude who is here called Scotty, but whose name as it is known to the CIA and the IRS is one $REDACTED "Riccochet" $REDACTEDLASTNAME, and I referred to him as "$REDACTED the First". "But I'm $REDACTED the best, aren't I?" he teased.
"No, that would be my best friend forever $REDACTED," I advised.
"Fair enough. $REDACTED the second-best?"
So I had to explain how there was a problem with a plethora of $REDACTEDs, by naming off five of them. He, too, could hear the difference in four out of five, and saw how the lack of distinction could be a problem. (And yeah, he is probably $REDACTED the second-best, but he may not get to know that for a while.)
I showed off my headphone repairs. We groused about weekends and exhaustion. There was an "alas" "a lass" & "likewise" exchange that earned me a high-five.
And thus into Friday.
Hooray for 40% response (all positive) in the first 45 minutes for a research recruitment! I am reminded of an exchange with you-know-who regarding my worries when I'd sent out 10+ invitations and got no response, not even an autoresponder, within 24 hours, so things like this make me smug in retrospect.
We keep getting back people who have previously interned with us. (Sadly for us, my secret favorite intern turned us down on a geographical basis.) With our newest full-time teammate, the Quest for Adobe Software has revived itself. He turned directly up in my cube and overcame his usual reticience to ask quite forthrightly that I do the thing I did last time to make sure he got the software. I started the process, and expressed my hope that my skill at poking procurement with a rake had got better. (It all seems to be rakes, lately.)
Sometimes, four guys in one office is a party. Other times, it is a sign that things are going very, very poorly. Purple has been having a hell of a month.
When the true requirement is YYYY-MM-DD, the tooltip when I enter otherwise that tells me that the requirement is Y-m-d? NOT SO HELPFUL. Ticket filed.
Poor lb had some helpdesk shenanigans rained down upon him. He raised some hell; I instigated some hell-raising. Deep abyss is deep; sharp grouse is sharp.
It was cool and drippy in Palo Alto, if not cold and rainy, so both the lights on the collaboration table were on. It gives me a happy warm feeling, as a tangible reminder of the way I try to take care of my team.
I was whacking away at more fun with various data (the workaround is to delete the weak records and re-create them) when my light blinked. It was one of the Ladies Loudly in Tech, who had discovered my doorbell button and wondered what it did. So she pushed it, and it got my attention! We chatted about this and that. Purple saw all the commotion and popped up to the corner of my cube, which is a place so very just out of sight of both direct and the mirror that I may need to retrain him if he's attempting to subtly get my attention if I'm not busy, because standing there probably will not work (since I have to tune out people reading the map). He was pleased to have faciliated our introduction at a previous point in time. (At the time, I was being praised for crimes against Simon and also Garfunkel.)
So after Purple got un-hella-busy... and he said something including "long-term memory loss", and of course "Amnesia" starts playing in my head, and he mentions getting the Chumbawamba earworm, which leads to me mentioning "he takes a spider drink", which results in him giggling. He had gone ahead and attempted to figure out how one would make a spider drink. "I'm imagining the tech support call to the juicer manufacturer..." which of course would involve one of those slow revealing of further horrifying details, like what exactly was being juiced. (Insert break in writeup process for brief googling of spider toxicity as poisonous rather than venomous; wikipedia tells me that some places consider the tarantula a delicacy.) Most of the comedy of the tech support call would derive from it starting out sounding very normal, like maybe someone was having a bad time with some kiwifruit, but would slowly take a turn for the truly surreal, especially given that the audience would possibly be aware from the outset exactly what it was in there...
[23:57]
sithjawa: What would even happen...[23:58]
azurelunatic: He was imagining how the thing might get jammed up[23:58]
azurelunatic: and "hi, I'm trying to use my juicer but it's not working" [23:58]
azurelunatic: "tell me about how it's not working" [23:58]
azurelunatic: "well at first there was juice coming out but now it's not and it's making weird crunching sounds" [23:59]
azurelunatic: "it might be the hairs, these ones were pretty hairy" [23:59]
azurelunatic: "have you tried peeling them first?" [23:59]
sithjawa: PEELING THEM[00:00]
azurelunatic: PEELINGPurple has reached perhaps the 75% mark in FEED. Buffy's death didn't make him cry; I advised that for me it was a two-handkerchief book and Buffy was the first handkerchief. He was pleased with the willingness to go there. For reasons which should be obvious, I grinned and snickered. He will be lending me Red Mars. I advised as how Seanan is not so blatant about the tears of her audience being delicious to her as SRB is. Purple channeled Cartman in a very disturbing way. I found myself explaining the Game of Thrones sexposition in the tv as opposed to the books.
One of the tales I was telling Purple involved mentioning the dude who is here called Scotty, but whose name as it is known to the CIA and the IRS is one $REDACTED "Riccochet" $REDACTEDLASTNAME, and I referred to him as "$REDACTED the First". "But I'm $REDACTED the best, aren't I?" he teased.
"No, that would be my best friend forever $REDACTED," I advised.
"Fair enough. $REDACTED the second-best?"
So I had to explain how there was a problem with a plethora of $REDACTEDs, by naming off five of them. He, too, could hear the difference in four out of five, and saw how the lack of distinction could be a problem. (And yeah, he is probably $REDACTED the second-best, but he may not get to know that for a while.)
I showed off my headphone repairs. We groused about weekends and exhaustion. There was an "alas" "a lass" & "likewise" exchange that earned me a high-five.
And thus into Friday.
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I laughed maybe too hard. :D
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It's all good as long as you're not peeing spiders.
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I imagine that would be distinctly unpleasant for everyone involved. Though now I'm wondering what sort of prank would involve that...
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Alas, I'm coming up blank for situations. Maybe a drug test?
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Newsflesh has turned me into a sadist. ^^; Here, read this book! SHARE THE PAIN!
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*locates Frank Zappa*
*howls*
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We use only the freshest local spiders.
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(If it hasn't already become evident, I have a staggering number of feelings about
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To be fair, it does say in full: "! (foo) is not a valid date - it must be in the format Y-m-d"
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(Sweet, fizzy, tarantulas. With ice cream.)
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