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azurelunatic) wrote2014-11-04 11:06 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2014-11-04 11:06 pm
Things I was not expecting today include: trance remixes of R.E.M. songs.
Work actually started when I woke up and checked my phone, as the participant didn't get the invitation with the webex info because his email's been dodgy about calendar stuff from out of network. But they got to talking to each other shortly. Yay!
By the time I arrived at work (finally, some travails later), I was in a much less grim mood. The lunch table was outdoors this time. The Rollercoaster Tycoon, he of the preferential sweatpants, does not much like wasps. He described an ambition to don a fencing suit and kick a wasp nest. I advised him that something more substantial would be advised. Purple recounted an instance of running from a swarm of angry wasps with one on his butt repeatedly stinging him, which would turn into a softball-sized hive.
Software purchases have been going slowly; I think there's some woe on the procurement end somewhere. Alas.
After some time, lb and radius retrieved me and we talked strategy, elevators with unnecessary amounts of buttons, lb's upcoming talk at an internal conference, some interesting applications of some technologies that lb has his eye on putting together, childhood in low-population & isolated areas (radius beats me there), childhood pets, drinking coffee around goslings, and migraine auras.
It is amazing how many three-hole punches there are not in the workplace. I had toured the downstairs yesterday and found zero. I toured the upstairs today and found zero, plus Mr. Zune. I went over to the old building which usually has one in the mail room but there was nada. I eventually tried Moose Central, and found one there (finally). The facilities guys are going to literally chain down the new one.
It was when I was doing some more recruiting that I discovered that somehow, the Outlook junk mail filtering had come back on. I was searching for an email which had been generated by the antispam tool (because of course it's not in the single-sign-on, why would it be?) so I could monitor it to see whether it spuriously caught any more of the responses from our customers (or their mail systems). I tend to delete the reports from the antispam tool once I've handled them. So I was searching for my trash folder. I found one folder named Trash, one named Deleted Items, one named Junk, and one labeled Junk Mail. Turns out that two of these were inherited from a previous mail system and are not actually with a useful function in this system. (Of course. Despite them swearing that they would not fucking migrate our trash.)
And it was thus that I discovered that Outlook's junk mail filter had been on, in addition to the corporate filter outside our servers, since early October or something. And it had caught items which I had actually been supposed to take action on (fortunately that action was non-time-sensitive logging of general out-of-office items). I was furious, but managed to not actually swear on not!Facebook. If you count "jolly well", "I have no ever-loving clue", "I am seeing red", #besetbybees, and #collaboratethis as not swearing. Which I think my manager will. ("I find it moderately amusing that clicking your #besetbybees tag crashes the iOS not!Facebook app," quoth one of the Usual Suspects in the #collaboratethis space.)
Purple came to retrieve me just as I was finishing up some webex scheduling for the morrow. Apparently my chin was unexpectedly pointy when hugging him tonight -- just at the wrong angle versus his shoulder, we decided. I felt short. Us young folks with our hashtags and our selfies! "This isn't your lawn," I pointed out. It is a parking lot. We'll see if it can actually be re-surfaced this weekend, or whether rain will stop that again.
There has been a countdown running; I advised Purple that depending on what was going on tomorrow, I might or might not be scarce. It feels like all the administrative handoff things are done, there are some tasks that are for Thursday, and what is left for Wednesday is the human element. I'm ... not always that good at being human.
I generally prefer taking the internal roads as far as I can toward the side streets, instead of going straight from the parking lot onto a sometimes fairly busy street. And it was thus that I was flagged down by a co-worker who had stayed past the time when the campus shuttle stops running, and had parked somewhat further from his car than he was actually capable of walking unassisted. It turns out that he's also pagan; I will send him an invitation to the (very small and lonely) pagan group on not!Facebook.
NaNo progress: rocky.
By the time I arrived at work (finally, some travails later), I was in a much less grim mood. The lunch table was outdoors this time. The Rollercoaster Tycoon, he of the preferential sweatpants, does not much like wasps. He described an ambition to don a fencing suit and kick a wasp nest. I advised him that something more substantial would be advised. Purple recounted an instance of running from a swarm of angry wasps with one on his butt repeatedly stinging him, which would turn into a softball-sized hive.
Software purchases have been going slowly; I think there's some woe on the procurement end somewhere. Alas.
After some time, lb and radius retrieved me and we talked strategy, elevators with unnecessary amounts of buttons, lb's upcoming talk at an internal conference, some interesting applications of some technologies that lb has his eye on putting together, childhood in low-population & isolated areas (radius beats me there), childhood pets, drinking coffee around goslings, and migraine auras.
It is amazing how many three-hole punches there are not in the workplace. I had toured the downstairs yesterday and found zero. I toured the upstairs today and found zero, plus Mr. Zune. I went over to the old building which usually has one in the mail room but there was nada. I eventually tried Moose Central, and found one there (finally). The facilities guys are going to literally chain down the new one.
It was when I was doing some more recruiting that I discovered that somehow, the Outlook junk mail filtering had come back on. I was searching for an email which had been generated by the antispam tool (because of course it's not in the single-sign-on, why would it be?) so I could monitor it to see whether it spuriously caught any more of the responses from our customers (or their mail systems). I tend to delete the reports from the antispam tool once I've handled them. So I was searching for my trash folder. I found one folder named Trash, one named Deleted Items, one named Junk, and one labeled Junk Mail. Turns out that two of these were inherited from a previous mail system and are not actually with a useful function in this system. (Of course. Despite them swearing that they would not fucking migrate our trash.)
And it was thus that I discovered that Outlook's junk mail filter had been on, in addition to the corporate filter outside our servers, since early October or something. And it had caught items which I had actually been supposed to take action on (fortunately that action was non-time-sensitive logging of general out-of-office items). I was furious, but managed to not actually swear on not!Facebook. If you count "jolly well", "I have no ever-loving clue", "I am seeing red", #besetbybees, and #collaboratethis as not swearing. Which I think my manager will. ("I find it moderately amusing that clicking your #besetbybees tag crashes the iOS not!Facebook app," quoth one of the Usual Suspects in the #collaboratethis space.)
Purple came to retrieve me just as I was finishing up some webex scheduling for the morrow. Apparently my chin was unexpectedly pointy when hugging him tonight -- just at the wrong angle versus his shoulder, we decided. I felt short. Us young folks with our hashtags and our selfies! "This isn't your lawn," I pointed out. It is a parking lot. We'll see if it can actually be re-surfaced this weekend, or whether rain will stop that again.
There has been a countdown running; I advised Purple that depending on what was going on tomorrow, I might or might not be scarce. It feels like all the administrative handoff things are done, there are some tasks that are for Thursday, and what is left for Wednesday is the human element. I'm ... not always that good at being human.
I generally prefer taking the internal roads as far as I can toward the side streets, instead of going straight from the parking lot onto a sometimes fairly busy street. And it was thus that I was flagged down by a co-worker who had stayed past the time when the campus shuttle stops running, and had parked somewhat further from his car than he was actually capable of walking unassisted. It turns out that he's also pagan; I will send him an invitation to the (very small and lonely) pagan group on not!Facebook.
NaNo progress: rocky.
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*sets down a bowl of rocks in the corner*
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/me locates nice rose quartz