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azurelunatic) wrote2014-12-07 11:20 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2014-12-07 11:20 pm
"Loose backstitch" sounds like a personal problem.
01:23 Friday, 05 December, 2014
Purple, Wednesday: Why is there sugar in your office?
Me: Frosting.
Purple: Ohhhhhh.
Manager, Thursday: Is that sugar?
Me: Yes. The lemon frosting for those cookies.
Manager: Ohhhh, and there's the lemon juice right next to it. ... I don't think anyone's ever made frosting at work before.
Me: Using breakroom butter!
Manager: *breaks down giggling*
22:40 Friday, 05 December, 2014
Today was the A-Team lunch to get briefing from some of the various facilities team. It happens quarterly. I had a few questions regarding the helldesk software. The new manager may be able to kick ass and take names.
I had been unable to find the festive headdress I was thinking of, but I did find another one. The one I was thinking of was sort of offensively festive. This one is merely very, very, very assertively festive. So much so that various people at work told me that I should start selling them. They have not, I believe, seen some of my other hats.
I may, in fact, have a bit of a hat problem. *eyes no fewer than three hats on top of the bookshelf*
Lunch was tasty. I was contemplating snagging a leftover dessert to bring back to the quad for Purple, but there were none. Rather, there was one, and there was also a person from the meeting who hadn't had a dessert. So in the name of fairness, she got it.
Eventually it was time for beer bash. I noticed the rain and went early-ish, with the intent of scoring an indoor table. It's always crowded even when the weather is fine, and cramming that many people indoors ... It looked like it was going to be a huge, catastrophic, claustrophobic mess.
I claimed a table in the furthest-back corner of the cafeteria, on the grounds that it was going to be wet outside and this was the furthest away from the noise we could go, and we would want that. Plus, easier to find. I texted the bits of the crew who were in my phone.
It was good that I did that, because that was exactly how the crowd part went. lb and radius and Purple showed. lb flagged Mr. Zune. R and phone showed. I waved Lennon Glasses Guy over, and his officemate (one of the other usual lunch crew) joined us as well. I spotted Mr. Wizard Beard and lb waved him over. It was a merry crew.
Unfortunately, texting Purple as part of a group is a poor choice: instead of a 1/3 minute SMS, it's a full-minute thing that his phone feels it has to download. His battery had been at red-bar, and downloading the text knocked it out. Kind of hilariously. He'd figured that it was an "I'm at bash; where are you?", and that was not entirely wrong; lb was in the room and shared the actual text.
My choice of table was kind of like the canny young lady in her first season choosing the couch that shows her dress to its best advantage: I was sitting in a dark corner so my headdress glowed forth.
Mr. Wizard Beard is the co-worker formerly known as Not Mr. Rainbow. lb described his beard that way, and I agreed. It's a pretty super beard, which he usually wears more than six inches long from the presumed bottom of his chin and trimmed into a point or wedge. This week it is somewhat rounder and fluffier, but still looks more intentionally shaped than most long beards.
When decent people do sexist things:
Mr. Wizard Beard, to radius, about R: Does she work with you, or is she a friend...? [with the clear implication: is she just here because she's a girlfriend?]
radius: Um...
When decent people realize they've just done something sexist:
Mr. Wizard Beard: What am I asking you for, I can ask her!
R: I'm on the team that fixes it when he screws up.
R asked if there was a backstory to the tasteful headbands which Mr. Wizard Beard generally wears. There was! Once upon a time at another company, he was the guy who fixed stuff. He also played volleyball. Their shop got an email system. He decided that instead of having people accost him at random moments and tell him what needed fixing, he would nag them to email him. He was also running around from place to place doing things. And he decided to combine the nagging and the need for a sweatband for the volleyball into a headband on which he had written an admonition to send an email. So he did this for a week. The accosting in the hallway dropped. The emails mounted. Then the next week when he came in without a headband, the accosting in the hallway went right back up, and people asked him where his headband was. And from then on, he wore a headband. After a while, it wasn't the headband with the admonition, but it was still some headband.
The topic of conversation got on to how lb had described the beard as a wizard beard, the glorious neatly-trimmed pointiness, rather than the times when it had been longer and tied up with a rubber band. That veered off into suggestions for what other things could be done with the beard: braids, beads, liquid art installations, crystals, glitter, beaded logic gates, two-sided black/white beads... with, of course, the constraint that whatever was in his beard couldn't get into his systems. He is the guy who posted the very this-means-you admonition about liquids on one of the local server rooms.
Purple suggested that Mr. Wizard Beard could trim it into a pointier point and dangle a star from the bottom. I followed Purple's drift and suggested that Mr. Wizard Beard find some green hairspray to complete the tree effect. Which was exactly what Purple had been thinking about. A+ to us for teamwork.
Plugging a multi-contact component into something and seeing the little LED come on was much more alarming in the days before hot-swapping.
Letting the magic smoke out is alarming. Having the air conditioner in the dinosaur pen start on fire is alarming.
Apparently it is in fact possible for me to say "deep packet inspection" far too suggestively.
phone explained the connection by which he knows Tay's Young Man. It's via a rather complex and long-running tournament of Zilch which involves a brick and several frisbees.
It was in fact first Friday, which means 2600 meeting night, but it was damp out, traffic was most likely ass, and Purple was having an enjoyable time back in the quiet corner with a few good friends. It hit 7, though, and it was time. phone went home, and Purple and I went back to our desks to wrap up.
Purple came and scooped me out of my deskchair (figuratively) before I was quite done. In that I could probably have stayed another 2-3 hours. But it was a time to head home or something. It was a bit drizzly, and I'd parked in the central garage. Purple offered me a ride, and helpfully mentioned that there were only a few ants left!
Upon getting in the car, I had a minor wardrobe malfunction: the headdress fell onto my glasses. The ceiling of the car was not quite tall enough. Purple laughed at my predicament (which was all the funnier for him laughing and then apologizing and then still giggling). (I may have hammed it up a bit for his benefit.) (Purple and I both have that thing where we do or say something hilarious and then spend a minute or two delighted by our own cleverness, or our mutual cleverness if it was a group effort. It endears him to me *greatly*.)
Hugs goodnight are much more awkward inside cars.
Purple paused and waited for me to locate my keys before driving off.
I slept through most of Saturday. Then I finished constructing the set of drawers and cleaned my desk substantially. Sunday was more housecleaning, most particularly laundry. There was an unfortunate moment involving a spider.
I was trying to get the laundry out of the way early, but unfortunately everyone else had the same idea, plus there were three washers out of commission, out of eight in the room. I did some mending, but the sewing machine stopped cooperating. Woe.
I kind of want to start laying out clothes for the whole week ahead of time, but I'm somewhat hampered by the lack of a great place to put each day's outfit. Perhaps I can hang shopping bags off the bathroom doorknob.
Purple, Wednesday: Why is there sugar in your office?
Me: Frosting.
Purple: Ohhhhhh.
Manager, Thursday: Is that sugar?
Me: Yes. The lemon frosting for those cookies.
Manager: Ohhhh, and there's the lemon juice right next to it. ... I don't think anyone's ever made frosting at work before.
Me: Using breakroom butter!
Manager: *breaks down giggling*
22:40 Friday, 05 December, 2014
Today was the A-Team lunch to get briefing from some of the various facilities team. It happens quarterly. I had a few questions regarding the helldesk software. The new manager may be able to kick ass and take names.
I had been unable to find the festive headdress I was thinking of, but I did find another one. The one I was thinking of was sort of offensively festive. This one is merely very, very, very assertively festive. So much so that various people at work told me that I should start selling them. They have not, I believe, seen some of my other hats.
I may, in fact, have a bit of a hat problem. *eyes no fewer than three hats on top of the bookshelf*
Lunch was tasty. I was contemplating snagging a leftover dessert to bring back to the quad for Purple, but there were none. Rather, there was one, and there was also a person from the meeting who hadn't had a dessert. So in the name of fairness, she got it.
Eventually it was time for beer bash. I noticed the rain and went early-ish, with the intent of scoring an indoor table. It's always crowded even when the weather is fine, and cramming that many people indoors ... It looked like it was going to be a huge, catastrophic, claustrophobic mess.
I claimed a table in the furthest-back corner of the cafeteria, on the grounds that it was going to be wet outside and this was the furthest away from the noise we could go, and we would want that. Plus, easier to find. I texted the bits of the crew who were in my phone.
It was good that I did that, because that was exactly how the crowd part went. lb and radius and Purple showed. lb flagged Mr. Zune. R and phone showed. I waved Lennon Glasses Guy over, and his officemate (one of the other usual lunch crew) joined us as well. I spotted Mr. Wizard Beard and lb waved him over. It was a merry crew.
Unfortunately, texting Purple as part of a group is a poor choice: instead of a 1/3 minute SMS, it's a full-minute thing that his phone feels it has to download. His battery had been at red-bar, and downloading the text knocked it out. Kind of hilariously. He'd figured that it was an "I'm at bash; where are you?", and that was not entirely wrong; lb was in the room and shared the actual text.
My choice of table was kind of like the canny young lady in her first season choosing the couch that shows her dress to its best advantage: I was sitting in a dark corner so my headdress glowed forth.
Mr. Wizard Beard is the co-worker formerly known as Not Mr. Rainbow. lb described his beard that way, and I agreed. It's a pretty super beard, which he usually wears more than six inches long from the presumed bottom of his chin and trimmed into a point or wedge. This week it is somewhat rounder and fluffier, but still looks more intentionally shaped than most long beards.
When decent people do sexist things:
Mr. Wizard Beard, to radius, about R: Does she work with you, or is she a friend...? [with the clear implication: is she just here because she's a girlfriend?]
radius: Um...
When decent people realize they've just done something sexist:
Mr. Wizard Beard: What am I asking you for, I can ask her!
R: I'm on the team that fixes it when he screws up.
R asked if there was a backstory to the tasteful headbands which Mr. Wizard Beard generally wears. There was! Once upon a time at another company, he was the guy who fixed stuff. He also played volleyball. Their shop got an email system. He decided that instead of having people accost him at random moments and tell him what needed fixing, he would nag them to email him. He was also running around from place to place doing things. And he decided to combine the nagging and the need for a sweatband for the volleyball into a headband on which he had written an admonition to send an email. So he did this for a week. The accosting in the hallway dropped. The emails mounted. Then the next week when he came in without a headband, the accosting in the hallway went right back up, and people asked him where his headband was. And from then on, he wore a headband. After a while, it wasn't the headband with the admonition, but it was still some headband.
The topic of conversation got on to how lb had described the beard as a wizard beard, the glorious neatly-trimmed pointiness, rather than the times when it had been longer and tied up with a rubber band. That veered off into suggestions for what other things could be done with the beard: braids, beads, liquid art installations, crystals, glitter, beaded logic gates, two-sided black/white beads... with, of course, the constraint that whatever was in his beard couldn't get into his systems. He is the guy who posted the very this-means-you admonition about liquids on one of the local server rooms.
Purple suggested that Mr. Wizard Beard could trim it into a pointier point and dangle a star from the bottom. I followed Purple's drift and suggested that Mr. Wizard Beard find some green hairspray to complete the tree effect. Which was exactly what Purple had been thinking about. A+ to us for teamwork.
Plugging a multi-contact component into something and seeing the little LED come on was much more alarming in the days before hot-swapping.
Letting the magic smoke out is alarming. Having the air conditioner in the dinosaur pen start on fire is alarming.
Apparently it is in fact possible for me to say "deep packet inspection" far too suggestively.
phone explained the connection by which he knows Tay's Young Man. It's via a rather complex and long-running tournament of Zilch which involves a brick and several frisbees.
It was in fact first Friday, which means 2600 meeting night, but it was damp out, traffic was most likely ass, and Purple was having an enjoyable time back in the quiet corner with a few good friends. It hit 7, though, and it was time. phone went home, and Purple and I went back to our desks to wrap up.
Purple came and scooped me out of my deskchair (figuratively) before I was quite done. In that I could probably have stayed another 2-3 hours. But it was a time to head home or something. It was a bit drizzly, and I'd parked in the central garage. Purple offered me a ride, and helpfully mentioned that there were only a few ants left!
Upon getting in the car, I had a minor wardrobe malfunction: the headdress fell onto my glasses. The ceiling of the car was not quite tall enough. Purple laughed at my predicament (which was all the funnier for him laughing and then apologizing and then still giggling). (I may have hammed it up a bit for his benefit.) (Purple and I both have that thing where we do or say something hilarious and then spend a minute or two delighted by our own cleverness, or our mutual cleverness if it was a group effort. It endears him to me *greatly*.)
Hugs goodnight are much more awkward inside cars.
Purple paused and waited for me to locate my keys before driving off.
I slept through most of Saturday. Then I finished constructing the set of drawers and cleaned my desk substantially. Sunday was more housecleaning, most particularly laundry. There was an unfortunate moment involving a spider.
I was trying to get the laundry out of the way early, but unfortunately everyone else had the same idea, plus there were three washers out of commission, out of eight in the room. I did some mending, but the sewing machine stopped cooperating. Woe.
I kind of want to start laying out clothes for the whole week ahead of time, but I'm somewhat hampered by the lack of a great place to put each day's outfit. Perhaps I can hang shopping bags off the bathroom doorknob.
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I have literally 30 years of experience using sewing machines.
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