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azurelunatic) wrote2015-02-06 01:20 am
azurelunatic) wrote2015-02-06 01:20 am
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Thursday is almost Friday.
Woke up early for an early meeting. Went into work with some alacrity. Headed off to the far end of campus, via shuttle because my step count was already questionably high (yoga ball after midnight while watching MythBusters). Met up with the Dean. Chatted about the movie thing, and about the door sign thing. We should watch for it next week. And we'll meet up with Mr. Sub-tle next week about the movies. The Dean and I tried to get a gander at the room, but it was occupied with a meeting. So I walked back down to my own stomping grounds.
Lunch followed. The cafeteria has been putting more bell peppers in all the things. As this makes food More Fraught, I wrote an unhappy email. Then I managed to smear sour cream all over my shirt. Go, me.
In context of long car trips where you gotta go but you're not the one driving, sometimes empty gatorade bottles help if you pee out a hose. "I didn't even have an empty Sprite bottle," the guy said. "How do you...?" I asked. "Docking," he said. Possibly just to see what my reaction would be. I don't think I disappointed.
I was not as on-time as I could have been for the committee meeting starting at 13 sharp, possibly due to the sour cream and yelling about bell peppers. Then I had to race back to my desk to chat with my manager about what was needed for the Heavy Paperwork Swapover thing. I did a lot of paperwork for that after that, and then a few of us (Madam Standards and the new former-intern) gathered to head back up top the hill to show the space to the games vendor. The new former-intern and I took the shuttle. Madam Standards walked. I brought my measuring tape and a couple printouts with the map.
The vendor got lost. I started measuring the area. The new former-intern helped. I wrote notes and plans on the maps. I scoped out the other adjacent bathroom.
Eventually the vendor and Madam Standards arrived. We looked at things. Yay! I'm happy that my minor electrical background allowed me to understand the vendor's comments about the power requirements, and everything should be fine. They also have some generators.
We wandered on back.
There was a bit of a stir over some highly placed staffing changes related to the helldesk software. There was a small #cupcake gathering in the courtyard around the fire pit. The Angry Tattooed Man stopped by to exchange congratudolences. lb's car is not in great shape, so there were tales of Collisions We Have Known.
The Dean is really super not happy with the helldesk software. I gave him simple, stripped-down instructions which fit his particular use case. Then I put those instructions in a single-page document, suitable for printing, posting, and earworming people who have heard the Beatles.
Purple walked me out. There was some hilarity in the parking lot.
I called Dawn on the way home, and then did some dishes. Tonight's very windy. I hope we get more precipitation.
Lunch followed. The cafeteria has been putting more bell peppers in all the things. As this makes food More Fraught, I wrote an unhappy email. Then I managed to smear sour cream all over my shirt. Go, me.
In context of long car trips where you gotta go but you're not the one driving, sometimes empty gatorade bottles help if you pee out a hose. "I didn't even have an empty Sprite bottle," the guy said. "How do you...?" I asked. "Docking," he said. Possibly just to see what my reaction would be. I don't think I disappointed.
I was not as on-time as I could have been for the committee meeting starting at 13 sharp, possibly due to the sour cream and yelling about bell peppers. Then I had to race back to my desk to chat with my manager about what was needed for the Heavy Paperwork Swapover thing. I did a lot of paperwork for that after that, and then a few of us (Madam Standards and the new former-intern) gathered to head back up top the hill to show the space to the games vendor. The new former-intern and I took the shuttle. Madam Standards walked. I brought my measuring tape and a couple printouts with the map.
The vendor got lost. I started measuring the area. The new former-intern helped. I wrote notes and plans on the maps. I scoped out the other adjacent bathroom.
Eventually the vendor and Madam Standards arrived. We looked at things. Yay! I'm happy that my minor electrical background allowed me to understand the vendor's comments about the power requirements, and everything should be fine. They also have some generators.
We wandered on back.
There was a bit of a stir over some highly placed staffing changes related to the helldesk software. There was a small #cupcake gathering in the courtyard around the fire pit. The Angry Tattooed Man stopped by to exchange congratudolences. lb's car is not in great shape, so there were tales of Collisions We Have Known.
The Dean is really super not happy with the helldesk software. I gave him simple, stripped-down instructions which fit his particular use case. Then I put those instructions in a single-page document, suitable for printing, posting, and earworming people who have heard the Beatles.
Purple walked me out. There was some hilarity in the parking lot.
I called Dawn on the way home, and then did some dishes. Tonight's very windy. I hope we get more precipitation.
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The wide mouth bottles, which are I think the most common here now, are about twice as wide as the average soda bottle opening.
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Me: And you didn't have any bottles that were easy to pee in?
Him: No, not even any bottles which were hard to pee in.
Me: How do you pee in a bottle with a mouth so tiny?
Him: Docking.