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azurelunatic) wrote2014-12-09 10:26 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-12-09 10:26 am
So I was a bit of a busy lunatic on Tuesday!
Woke up, had food, had coffee, got dressed, and then I managed to do something I hadn't done before. I'd submitted a ticket to have github added to the sites that are recognized by the user name tag. This weekend I've been cleaning out my inbox of email that I just need to read and dismiss. One of the emails was a checkin for an addition to the external sites recognized by the user name tag. "Huh," I thought. "Maybe I can just mangle some existing code to do what it's supposed to do." A little poking later, and there were some pull requests submitted -- my first for the project. For any open source project.
After that, I drove down to the appointed place for the team lunch (about a dozen of us, my manager's crew and aunt-manager's crew). The accessibility was not great. I later discovered that there was a ramp at the side, but during the lunch rush it would not have actually been traversible. The front door was barely traversible and I contemplated turning around.
Lunch was nice, not remarkable but a nice wholesome curry. I was at the brewers' end of the table with Brutus and the tall skinny blond bearded white guy with the pink notebook which says "BUTTS" on the front. Slightly remarkably, he's scornful of the 'real name' trend.
We popped down the block a bit for ice cream. My manager told us that we might get anything we wanted -- within reason, she wasn't going to authorize ice cream cakes. "But what if we wanted to share one?" I asked.
"If you want to, fine, but I'm not driving that."
"Do we need a designated driver for an ice cream parlor run?"
I wound up getting something involving coffee and almonds in a sugar cone, with a cupful of mini M&Ms, and went outside to dip my cone in my M&Ms and join the rest of the team. Sadly, and there is always one -- *PLOP*.
The guy behind the counter saw me carrying in my sad handful of ice cream and leaves, and asked me what flavor it was. He presented me with a new cone. I promised to be more careful, and went back outside.
We-all headed back to work, or in Aunt-Manager's case, back home with the baby. She will rejoin us sometime after the new year, easing back in.
I came in to find the word "solutioned" in my inbox, in yet another missive from That Incoherent Twit. #cupcake had words to say on that front; I contributed the ever-popular "efforting". Mr. Zune's monitor apparently really needed the caffeine.
My manager's husband is "handy". He claims the hot water heater is fixed. She claims it is not. I was vaguely reassuring, along the lines that the failure modes of an insufficiently hot water heater is generally less hazardous than the failure modes of an excessively hot and perhaps leaking one. This was so.
The night janitor came around after a while. He wished me a Merry Christmas. I wished him a Happy Solstice. So then I had to explain Solstice. Did I believe that God had made the sun? Er, that depends on what you mean by god. Did I believe in God...? ... Er. What did I do for Christmas? I must celebrate because I decorate? Oh, spend time with family? Did I have family? But no boyfriend? Well, I was young...
With my manager, I can describe Guide Dog Aunt as "a less militant atheist than Woodworking Uncle", heh. With the night janitor, our worlds are very different and I'm trying to not freak him out too badly.
Purple had to scram from work with some alacrity, but came by to walk me out. He picked some jellybeans. He hadn't been trying for cinnamon, but got some anyway. I could smell it from way over here. He said it was an improvement on garlic, as they'd had garlic fries for lunch. And they were delicious. I agreed that smelling like garlic at someone was only fair if the other party had also had delicious garlic fries.
He won't be in the office tomorrow due to an evil developer who is trying to develop some evil, and having to go to an inconveniently timed city council meeting to block it. This sounds similar to a meeting my manager had to go to. He'll be back on Wednesday.
ajl: "solutioned"
ajl: "this item is being solutioned by development"
ajl: what fucking solvent are they using, Beldorion's tears and spittle?
lb: He solutioned the ask into submit.
zune: heh
lb: here's to pondering the molarity of that solution
ajl: oh god, what was the one that had my brother-in-law flying off the handle when Michael Jackson died
lb: better than having to question its morality, I guess.
zune: my coffee + half and half solution almost ended up on my desk
radius: Solutioned. I shall remember that one. And with it, I will do the needful.
ajl: some news outlet was trying to determine the truth of the reports and verbed some noun most unkindly
zune: radius: kindly.
ajl: aha - "efforting"
ajl: CNN was "efforting" to find out the truth.
zune: uh huh.
zune: still doesn't bother me as much as "the ask".
zune: that one reigns supreme in my mind
ajl: I have made my "feels" on "the ask" very clear in wtf.eng
radius: You actioned your feels?
zune: are you *trying* to soak my monitors in coffee?
ajl: No, I'm efforting
zune: goddamnit ajl :)
ajl: :D
After that, I drove down to the appointed place for the team lunch (about a dozen of us, my manager's crew and aunt-manager's crew). The accessibility was not great. I later discovered that there was a ramp at the side, but during the lunch rush it would not have actually been traversible. The front door was barely traversible and I contemplated turning around.
Lunch was nice, not remarkable but a nice wholesome curry. I was at the brewers' end of the table with Brutus and the tall skinny blond bearded white guy with the pink notebook which says "BUTTS" on the front. Slightly remarkably, he's scornful of the 'real name' trend.
We popped down the block a bit for ice cream. My manager told us that we might get anything we wanted -- within reason, she wasn't going to authorize ice cream cakes. "But what if we wanted to share one?" I asked.
"If you want to, fine, but I'm not driving that."
"Do we need a designated driver for an ice cream parlor run?"
I wound up getting something involving coffee and almonds in a sugar cone, with a cupful of mini M&Ms, and went outside to dip my cone in my M&Ms and join the rest of the team. Sadly, and there is always one -- *PLOP*.
The guy behind the counter saw me carrying in my sad handful of ice cream and leaves, and asked me what flavor it was. He presented me with a new cone. I promised to be more careful, and went back outside.
We-all headed back to work, or in Aunt-Manager's case, back home with the baby. She will rejoin us sometime after the new year, easing back in.
I came in to find the word "solutioned" in my inbox, in yet another missive from That Incoherent Twit. #cupcake had words to say on that front; I contributed the ever-popular "efforting". Mr. Zune's monitor apparently really needed the caffeine.
My manager's husband is "handy". He claims the hot water heater is fixed. She claims it is not. I was vaguely reassuring, along the lines that the failure modes of an insufficiently hot water heater is generally less hazardous than the failure modes of an excessively hot and perhaps leaking one. This was so.
The night janitor came around after a while. He wished me a Merry Christmas. I wished him a Happy Solstice. So then I had to explain Solstice. Did I believe that God had made the sun? Er, that depends on what you mean by god. Did I believe in God...? ... Er. What did I do for Christmas? I must celebrate because I decorate? Oh, spend time with family? Did I have family? But no boyfriend? Well, I was young...
With my manager, I can describe Guide Dog Aunt as "a less militant atheist than Woodworking Uncle", heh. With the night janitor, our worlds are very different and I'm trying to not freak him out too badly.
Purple had to scram from work with some alacrity, but came by to walk me out. He picked some jellybeans. He hadn't been trying for cinnamon, but got some anyway. I could smell it from way over here. He said it was an improvement on garlic, as they'd had garlic fries for lunch. And they were delicious. I agreed that smelling like garlic at someone was only fair if the other party had also had delicious garlic fries.
He won't be in the office tomorrow due to an evil developer who is trying to develop some evil, and having to go to an inconveniently timed city council meeting to block it. This sounds similar to a meeting my manager had to go to. He'll be back on Wednesday.
ajl: "solutioned"
ajl: "this item is being solutioned by development"
ajl: what fucking solvent are they using, Beldorion's tears and spittle?
lb: He solutioned the ask into submit.
zune: heh
lb: here's to pondering the molarity of that solution
ajl: oh god, what was the one that had my brother-in-law flying off the handle when Michael Jackson died
lb: better than having to question its morality, I guess.
zune: my coffee + half and half solution almost ended up on my desk
radius: Solutioned. I shall remember that one. And with it, I will do the needful.
ajl: some news outlet was trying to determine the truth of the reports and verbed some noun most unkindly
zune: radius: kindly.
ajl: aha - "efforting"
ajl: CNN was "efforting" to find out the truth.
zune: uh huh.
zune: still doesn't bother me as much as "the ask".
zune: that one reigns supreme in my mind
ajl: I have made my "feels" on "the ask" very clear in wtf.eng
radius: You actioned your feels?
zune: are you *trying* to soak my monitors in coffee?
ajl: No, I'm efforting
zune: goddamnit ajl :)
ajl: :D
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