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azurelunatic) wrote2014-08-15 01:24 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-08-15 01:24 am
I think so, Brain, but I'm not sure the bakery would want to sign the NDA...
I arrived early, and chose my parking spot carefully. When I'm going to work, I can happily get the single-shot fancy coffee drink even if I'm going to need a lot of juice. The coffee I sip on my way in makes room for the other four shots of espresso that are going in the cup a little later, which I'll brew on the handy work machine.
So many random managey types at the meeting! Researcher Carmageddon said, approximately, "Aw hale naw." We will be adjusting things prior to the next one, in October.
The experiment of leaving the printing until morning was a valiant attempt, but should not be repeated.
New designer was nervous for first round presenting at the meeting, but held up bravely. She will return to chocolate on her desk. The Party Commandant was sort of intimidated by the amount of espresso I was drinking. (The cream makes it look like there's more than there actually is.)
Chatted helpdesk software with the project manager upstairs. She reckoned the previous system wasn't broken and didn't need fixing, and it was simple enough that her exec could use it. The current one is not exec-friendly. She doesn't hate it, and some things are simpler, but something big like the whole-campus move would be a nightmare in it.
There were spare items of pastry, post-meeting. (The designer was quite happy as she'd not had breakfast yet, which struck me as perhaps unfortunate for presenting, but butterflies.) Mr. Zune came down at the mention of pastry, but the various pastry was large and he'd had a lot of sweets yesterday, so he didn't need more sweets today, ultimately. He might have chosen differently if I'd had a knife handy. R came over in the late afternoon to partake. That is to say, I had to pry her away from her desk in order to come over like she said she would do.
I managed to bust the clasp on the current necklace that holds the pendant that Darkside gave me so many years ago. I need to figure out where I put my pliers.
Astonishingly, I used the new helpdesk software for something today, and it actually worked smoothly! I was impressed.
My Grandmanager had lost his dongle. He has been intermittently borrowing mine, but he said that he really needed to get a new one of his own. (This of course being the outie mini displayport to the innie VGA adapter that macfolks tend to need these days.) So, five minutes before the meeting at which he next needed to borrow mine, I filed a ticket on his behalf, requesting one from local helpdesk.
I went to the meeting. I came back from the meeting about an hour later. I refreshed the page. I saw that about 40 minutes after I filed the ticket, there was an update from the local helpdesk guy, saying the dongle was ready for pickup. So I went back upstairs to grab the dongle. I saw that he'd written my workname on the front in black permanent marker. Since it was for my grandmanager, this was a bit of a moment, but I had alcohol wipes in my shower bag. (The helpdesk guy offered his, but since I had some and he was heading somewhere, it was all good.) Then I labeled the back with my grandmanager's email, and the front with his name, large and in all-caps. It was less than two hours later when I left it on his desk, ready to be used. It was an hour and fifteen minutes from the filing to the pickup. Honestly, a ticket wouldn't make its way to first triage in 1:15 in the old system.
For that specific purpose, a simple request along a clearly defined path, it does hella speed up the time to resolve, by getting it to the people who need to deal with it faster than previously possible. (Unless you'd cc-ed them to the ticket directly, before, but that required knowing who they were.) I owned up to the good experience on not!Facebook (with an air of bewilderment that it was actually kind of good instead of actually kind of horrible) because I figured it was only fair to share a token story of it working as intended.
There have been no transcription-related tech horrorterrors so far. Purple was remarkably helpful about attempting to troubleshoot the general concept of "Azz is in pain on transcription days" thing over lunch, as he was raised by someone who did various adaptive tech things. The foot pedal has made a lot of difference, but it's still quite a bit of typing, and if I get a foot position wrong, my knee will be angry. I've been trying a few things based on some of the suggestions, but it's possible that it just may not be fully possible to do the thing without some ouchy.
Today I learned what happens when my grandmanager's internal WTF/minute rate reaches super critical. He had a slide of passdown on a specific internal topic. He put a good face on it for about 3-5 minutes, at which point the WTF/minute rate exceeded tolerances, and he erupted in an incredulous rant about what sort of banana-cream wacky logic could possibly lead to the circumstances behind the creation of a slide such as the one we beheld before us. There were various suggestions from the floor about how to track down the decision-makers and what should be done; I feel that my suggestion (amidst the rush-hour-at-the-zoo general clamour) of printing the slide on a cake and conveying the cake to the decision-maker(s) in question was overall constructive. (It did get a certain amount of laughter.)
My manager returns next week. I've missed her.
lb stopped by with more chatter related to the helpdesk software. My good experience was held up as how it ought to work globally if it were working as advertised. There had been some conversation over a lunch.
Purple's department has been working late this week. Purple's VP has been supplying some pizza. Purple's VP has also been calling out to vultures@ to make sure the leftovers are taken care of appropriately. So I wandered back over to Purple's office, and we had slightly cold pizza in the dark and chatted about But I'm A Cheerleader, among other things.
The neon green company shirt really is neon green. Purple was wearing his, and commented on the reflected very yellow-green neon light. I remarked on how it especially lit up the underside of his nose. I started the snot jokes. He finished them.
The hashtag does not make #bloodcannon any better. ("Communists in the funhouse", however, strikes Purple's sense of the ridiculous.) Purple hates that rail on the bathtub ledge about as much as I do. Perhaps more: he's lost a toenail to one.
Every now and then, I call Purple "Mr. Keeper" (well, with his actual last name) when I'm mock-offended, or am pointing out something fishmummish like the fact that he should have left for home two hours previous. Tonight I said something mildly scandalous, and he said "Miss Lunatic!" (actually) with an air of shock. This was pleasing unto your devoted correspondent.
Problems with both knees, or problems with one and a half knees? It's the half-knee that's got somewhat worrisome implications...
I came back from the bathroom to discover Purple looking in some concern at the strap on his laptop bag. He will need a new one. Somehow, we got from there to both of us being earwormed with Single Ladies. (He started it.)
Purple and I walked out to the parking lot. I started to giggle. There was my car. There was his car, one space away. He asked whether I'd parked there on purpose. I asked whether he'd parked there on purpose. "Wait. You got here before me!" I had, in fact, strategically placed Vash such that when Purple came in nearly three hours later, one of the closer unoccupied spaces was in fact one down from where I'd parked. I said that I don't really put much effort into parking near him, but it's convenient when we are parked close, so that's a factor in picking a space if it's handy.
No word on the laundry room situation yet.
So many random managey types at the meeting! Researcher Carmageddon said, approximately, "Aw hale naw." We will be adjusting things prior to the next one, in October.
The experiment of leaving the printing until morning was a valiant attempt, but should not be repeated.
New designer was nervous for first round presenting at the meeting, but held up bravely. She will return to chocolate on her desk. The Party Commandant was sort of intimidated by the amount of espresso I was drinking. (The cream makes it look like there's more than there actually is.)
Chatted helpdesk software with the project manager upstairs. She reckoned the previous system wasn't broken and didn't need fixing, and it was simple enough that her exec could use it. The current one is not exec-friendly. She doesn't hate it, and some things are simpler, but something big like the whole-campus move would be a nightmare in it.
There were spare items of pastry, post-meeting. (The designer was quite happy as she'd not had breakfast yet, which struck me as perhaps unfortunate for presenting, but butterflies.) Mr. Zune came down at the mention of pastry, but the various pastry was large and he'd had a lot of sweets yesterday, so he didn't need more sweets today, ultimately. He might have chosen differently if I'd had a knife handy. R came over in the late afternoon to partake. That is to say, I had to pry her away from her desk in order to come over like she said she would do.
I managed to bust the clasp on the current necklace that holds the pendant that Darkside gave me so many years ago. I need to figure out where I put my pliers.
Astonishingly, I used the new helpdesk software for something today, and it actually worked smoothly! I was impressed.
My Grandmanager had lost his dongle. He has been intermittently borrowing mine, but he said that he really needed to get a new one of his own. (This of course being the outie mini displayport to the innie VGA adapter that macfolks tend to need these days.) So, five minutes before the meeting at which he next needed to borrow mine, I filed a ticket on his behalf, requesting one from local helpdesk.
I went to the meeting. I came back from the meeting about an hour later. I refreshed the page. I saw that about 40 minutes after I filed the ticket, there was an update from the local helpdesk guy, saying the dongle was ready for pickup. So I went back upstairs to grab the dongle. I saw that he'd written my workname on the front in black permanent marker. Since it was for my grandmanager, this was a bit of a moment, but I had alcohol wipes in my shower bag. (The helpdesk guy offered his, but since I had some and he was heading somewhere, it was all good.) Then I labeled the back with my grandmanager's email, and the front with his name, large and in all-caps. It was less than two hours later when I left it on his desk, ready to be used. It was an hour and fifteen minutes from the filing to the pickup. Honestly, a ticket wouldn't make its way to first triage in 1:15 in the old system.
For that specific purpose, a simple request along a clearly defined path, it does hella speed up the time to resolve, by getting it to the people who need to deal with it faster than previously possible. (Unless you'd cc-ed them to the ticket directly, before, but that required knowing who they were.) I owned up to the good experience on not!Facebook (with an air of bewilderment that it was actually kind of good instead of actually kind of horrible) because I figured it was only fair to share a token story of it working as intended.
There have been no transcription-related tech horrorterrors so far. Purple was remarkably helpful about attempting to troubleshoot the general concept of "Azz is in pain on transcription days" thing over lunch, as he was raised by someone who did various adaptive tech things. The foot pedal has made a lot of difference, but it's still quite a bit of typing, and if I get a foot position wrong, my knee will be angry. I've been trying a few things based on some of the suggestions, but it's possible that it just may not be fully possible to do the thing without some ouchy.
Today I learned what happens when my grandmanager's internal WTF/minute rate reaches super critical. He had a slide of passdown on a specific internal topic. He put a good face on it for about 3-5 minutes, at which point the WTF/minute rate exceeded tolerances, and he erupted in an incredulous rant about what sort of banana-cream wacky logic could possibly lead to the circumstances behind the creation of a slide such as the one we beheld before us. There were various suggestions from the floor about how to track down the decision-makers and what should be done; I feel that my suggestion (amidst the rush-hour-at-the-zoo general clamour) of printing the slide on a cake and conveying the cake to the decision-maker(s) in question was overall constructive. (It did get a certain amount of laughter.)
My manager returns next week. I've missed her.
lb stopped by with more chatter related to the helpdesk software. My good experience was held up as how it ought to work globally if it were working as advertised. There had been some conversation over a lunch.
Purple's department has been working late this week. Purple's VP has been supplying some pizza. Purple's VP has also been calling out to vultures@ to make sure the leftovers are taken care of appropriately. So I wandered back over to Purple's office, and we had slightly cold pizza in the dark and chatted about But I'm A Cheerleader, among other things.
The neon green company shirt really is neon green. Purple was wearing his, and commented on the reflected very yellow-green neon light. I remarked on how it especially lit up the underside of his nose. I started the snot jokes. He finished them.
The hashtag does not make #bloodcannon any better. ("Communists in the funhouse", however, strikes Purple's sense of the ridiculous.) Purple hates that rail on the bathtub ledge about as much as I do. Perhaps more: he's lost a toenail to one.
Every now and then, I call Purple "Mr. Keeper" (well, with his actual last name) when I'm mock-offended, or am pointing out something fishmummish like the fact that he should have left for home two hours previous. Tonight I said something mildly scandalous, and he said "Miss Lunatic!" (actually) with an air of shock. This was pleasing unto your devoted correspondent.
Problems with both knees, or problems with one and a half knees? It's the half-knee that's got somewhat worrisome implications...
I came back from the bathroom to discover Purple looking in some concern at the strap on his laptop bag. He will need a new one. Somehow, we got from there to both of us being earwormed with Single Ladies. (He started it.)
Purple and I walked out to the parking lot. I started to giggle. There was my car. There was his car, one space away. He asked whether I'd parked there on purpose. I asked whether he'd parked there on purpose. "Wait. You got here before me!" I had, in fact, strategically placed Vash such that when Purple came in nearly three hours later, one of the closer unoccupied spaces was in fact one down from where I'd parked. I said that I don't really put much effort into parking near him, but it's convenient when we are parked close, so that's a factor in picking a space if it's handy.
No word on the laundry room situation yet.