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azurelunatic) wrote2014-08-12 12:51 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-08-12 12:51 am
Helpdesk software continues terrible.
Did I mention the laundry room? No? Well, sometime last week, I got a somewhat indignant email from the apartment complex, telling all of us in no uncertain terms that we were to jolly well empty out the lint filters, and the fire was only small, but in any event, there was sufficient smoke damage to the laundry room with the card machine in it that it would be closed for a while.
Naturally this would be the week that I've got about $5 left on the card, which is sufficient for one load, but not two. (I think. It's been a mad bath day.)
My brain is mostly back. It was fuzzing out last week. Friday involved #bloodcannon. So did Saturday. It was tapering off yesterday. Today things were fairly normal. All of that involved pain and brainfog. Woe.
Dropped Vash at mechanic's on Saturday night, picked him up this morning. There is a tradeoff, and a very viable tradeoff: if I can do without the car for the balance of Saturday night, all day Sunday, and early Monday morning, then I can generally pick him up at a not too terrible hour on Monday.
Called Darkside this weekend. He wasn't feeling well, alas, so we had a very short call.
Purple's back! He's recovered from the cold and seems well-rested and fairly chipper. He was talking terrible reality tv with the guys at lunch. I had missed him somewhat.
Mr. Zune was watching, with apparently near-equal parts amusement and horror, one of the conversations regarding the helpdesk software. Participants included someone who clearly has no clue what non-privved users actually get, but makes up for that with the mansplaining; a cheesed-off administrative assistant with several years of dev and helpdesk under their belt; and a very angry engineer. (The first guy's got enough privs that the thing is kind of useful to him. The second two kinda don't.) Mr. Zune said as much in #cupcake about a minute before I stomped in, ready to paste the same link and yell about the hot air bag who has been defending the software.
Two years in, and the account reps attached to the customers in the 2nd Thursday meeting are starting to be included. More people generally equals more headache for me, so I was grousing gently to Purple. Purple mentioned that all of the people of that position that he'd encountered are actually pretty righteous dudes* (gender-neutral, although a lot of them are dudes, non-gender-neutral), and some of them would actually make decent #cupcake folks. That cheered me up some.
Fishie is starting the interview process for on-campus jobs. I'm not sure if they're actually work-study, or what the heck, but she is being very diligent and responsible and I'm so proud of her. She is doing the hard things, despite her sudden dismay that West Coast and East Coast levels of interview formality are different.
Robin Williams. :(
Fuck depression. Fuck bipolar. Fuck all the shit that keeps amazing, brilliant, wonderful people from being their best and brightest selves, and takes them away way the fuck too soon.
The news bounced through [off-topic], #adventuresofstnono, #cupcake, #dreamwidth, and my IM window with Purple. It hit him harder than it did me. Mork was his alien. Mr. Spock is mine. I wandered over. We caught up a bit.
This time, I was the one trying to get finished up when he was already pretty much done. We did get out at a reasonable enough hour, though we blew through some of that chatting in the parking lot. In retrospect, the thing where I couldn't have a good cry without my sinuses blocking up and getting sick for two weeks? Probably not normal. Also, the thing where I was in pretty damn good youthful shape, loved running around, but if I pushed myself too hard, horrible lung woe? Also probably not normal. And I was basically allergic to Fairbanks, just like Purple was allergic to Ohio.
The neckline of the t-shirt that I'd modified this weekend is probably slightly crooked, but just slightly enough that Purple wasn't sure if it was the neckline or me wearing it slightly crooked. Hooray!
I confessed to Purple's shoulder that I'd kinda missed him. He said he could tell. The intermittent scattering of emails from me apparently increases when that happens. Not to a barrage, but there's a difference. Heh.
The second of three inductive power pucks (1/3 is fine, 2/3 and 3/3 were not) was faulty. I returned it like its fellow was. I liked the first one of that model that I got, but the second two were a slightly different model (different LEDs) and were flaky. Alas.
A couple days ago, I looked at my fitbit graphs and saw how far they'd diverged after the most recent bump up. So I sighed and brought it back down to 5500 from 6500. I'd only been doing around 4000. And pretty much right after bumping it down, I've been hitting or nearly hitting on weekdays. (Weekends are separate creatures, and exist for the purpose of me sleeping my fill.)
Naturally this would be the week that I've got about $5 left on the card, which is sufficient for one load, but not two. (I think. It's been a mad bath day.)
My brain is mostly back. It was fuzzing out last week. Friday involved #bloodcannon. So did Saturday. It was tapering off yesterday. Today things were fairly normal. All of that involved pain and brainfog. Woe.
Dropped Vash at mechanic's on Saturday night, picked him up this morning. There is a tradeoff, and a very viable tradeoff: if I can do without the car for the balance of Saturday night, all day Sunday, and early Monday morning, then I can generally pick him up at a not too terrible hour on Monday.
Called Darkside this weekend. He wasn't feeling well, alas, so we had a very short call.
Purple's back! He's recovered from the cold and seems well-rested and fairly chipper. He was talking terrible reality tv with the guys at lunch. I had missed him somewhat.
Mr. Zune was watching, with apparently near-equal parts amusement and horror, one of the conversations regarding the helpdesk software. Participants included someone who clearly has no clue what non-privved users actually get, but makes up for that with the mansplaining; a cheesed-off administrative assistant with several years of dev and helpdesk under their belt; and a very angry engineer. (The first guy's got enough privs that the thing is kind of useful to him. The second two kinda don't.) Mr. Zune said as much in #cupcake about a minute before I stomped in, ready to paste the same link and yell about the hot air bag who has been defending the software.
Two years in, and the account reps attached to the customers in the 2nd Thursday meeting are starting to be included. More people generally equals more headache for me, so I was grousing gently to Purple. Purple mentioned that all of the people of that position that he'd encountered are actually pretty righteous dudes* (gender-neutral, although a lot of them are dudes, non-gender-neutral), and some of them would actually make decent #cupcake folks. That cheered me up some.
Fishie is starting the interview process for on-campus jobs. I'm not sure if they're actually work-study, or what the heck, but she is being very diligent and responsible and I'm so proud of her. She is doing the hard things, despite her sudden dismay that West Coast and East Coast levels of interview formality are different.
Robin Williams. :(
Fuck depression. Fuck bipolar. Fuck all the shit that keeps amazing, brilliant, wonderful people from being their best and brightest selves, and takes them away way the fuck too soon.
The news bounced through [off-topic], #adventuresofstnono, #cupcake, #dreamwidth, and my IM window with Purple. It hit him harder than it did me. Mork was his alien. Mr. Spock is mine. I wandered over. We caught up a bit.
This time, I was the one trying to get finished up when he was already pretty much done. We did get out at a reasonable enough hour, though we blew through some of that chatting in the parking lot. In retrospect, the thing where I couldn't have a good cry without my sinuses blocking up and getting sick for two weeks? Probably not normal. Also, the thing where I was in pretty damn good youthful shape, loved running around, but if I pushed myself too hard, horrible lung woe? Also probably not normal. And I was basically allergic to Fairbanks, just like Purple was allergic to Ohio.
The neckline of the t-shirt that I'd modified this weekend is probably slightly crooked, but just slightly enough that Purple wasn't sure if it was the neckline or me wearing it slightly crooked. Hooray!
I confessed to Purple's shoulder that I'd kinda missed him. He said he could tell. The intermittent scattering of emails from me apparently increases when that happens. Not to a barrage, but there's a difference. Heh.
The second of three inductive power pucks (1/3 is fine, 2/3 and 3/3 were not) was faulty. I returned it like its fellow was. I liked the first one of that model that I got, but the second two were a slightly different model (different LEDs) and were flaky. Alas.
A couple days ago, I looked at my fitbit graphs and saw how far they'd diverged after the most recent bump up. So I sighed and brought it back down to 5500 from 6500. I'd only been doing around 4000. And pretty much right after bumping it down, I've been hitting or nearly hitting on weekdays. (Weekends are separate creatures, and exist for the purpose of me sleeping my fill.)