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azurelunatic) wrote2015-08-10 11:30 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2015-08-10 11:30 pm
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So the ants have decided to swarm into my building at work. That was what started the whole mess. From there, they discovered my coffee syrups. I am one of the team's suppliers of sugars, so needless to say I was alarmed at the whole thing. I set about combat in the way of my people: putting everything sugary into ziploc even if it was already in a sealed bag, and squishing the hell out of the ants that I did find.
Thursday was probably the peak, which made it a really unpleasant start to the day all told (the internet was also being awful). There was a 12:30 meeting, so instead of hitting up hilltop with Purple's crew, I wandered over to lb's table, who eat early.
lb of course was working from home that day (I really know how to pick my days, as I've missed him about three times running now). Beldorion had brought not-quite-Ritz crackers, which seemed to be a local purchase rather than something he had brought back from Japan to troll the group. This day's designated winding-up-manager-Godwin-and-watching-him-go was one of the guys who I don't know so well asking him (with ill-concealed glee) what the best programming language was. This was jumping off one of the workplace hobbyhorse topics, which is, "why not reprogram X software in Y language?" The answer, of course, starts at "Say what, fresh meat? You fixing to do all that on your lonesome?" When the discussion got around to me, I counter-queried, "Best language for what?" which is of course the only correct answer.
The meeting was about the proper use of the new database tool. The account rep guy has a very soothing voice and ought to take up reading bedtime story audiobooks.
My team has the best intern, incidentally. The research intern is this dude from Canada. He asked how I was doing that morning. "Do you really want to know?" "Sure." "Men. Internet. Feminism." His wince grew at each word. "I'm so sorry."
At the end of the day, pretty much everything was packed up in baggies, ready for the visit from pest control. I'd also got a substantial amount of database-related work done.
Purple walked me out, and I got a much-needed hug.
Friday involved actually relatively few ants. Purple was working from home to take delivery of a package; phone was also expecting a package, in his case an air conditioner. (Meanwhile, his tv has in fact been repaired quite nicely and he is enjoying its return.) There was beer bash. phone made it in and there was cheerful discussion. A fairly good chunk of #cupcake gathered around the fire pit and chattered away cheerfully. I couldn't be quite as off-color as I'd intended to be at the moment when one of my teammates walked behind us...
It was 2600 that evening, being first Friday, and the standing Friday night dinner doesn't happen that night. I shrugged and went back into my much-less-anty cube and scattered diatomaceous earth around where ants were likely to walk through it, and sprayed some of the crevices and surfaces with a mostly-essential-oils-that-I'm-not-sensitive-to flea spray, it being now Weekend Time and my department having cleared out.
I wound up staying pretty late dismantling the boxfort that has been around since the conference. Yay!
Weekend was mostly sleep with some housework and a touch of grocery shopping. Unfortunately I was up until fuck o'clock.
The Commandant had asked me to take notes on a customer call or three, and that was first thing Monday morning. I didn't turn on a 6am alarm since it was going to be a teleconference and I had my gear, but I woke up at 6:45 anyway. So I came in good and early, and discovered that yes, I do indeed type like the wind, and a good keyboard makes it easier. I did not have a great keyboard, and all I'd signed up for was real-time notetaking, not the whole shebang.
In the door saga, one of the facilities guys inspected the door and found it working correctly. That was around 7am. When I got in at 8, it was not. He came by and we talked about it a bit, and I explained the nature of the intermittency.
While I was in the middle of one of the meetings, Madam Standards IMed me to let me know that there was in fact a response to the very public question I had asked about the helldesk software, on the front page of the internal website. The conclusion was (after talking to quite a few users and service providers) that the hellacious front end essentially needed to be burned and salted. I have been feeling quite all right on that front for a bit, ever since that particularly epic meeting where I learned that the people assigned to fix it hated it more than I did. I've been trying to convey my satisfaction with this state of affairs to the usual suspects, although I suspect it will also take a tedious amount of time for the replacement to arrive.
phone was in the office due to intern-related duties, so he and Purple called lunch early. I joined them shortly and we had a good time. I was describing one of the things I'd stumbled into over the weekend -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omzJpIflCiE https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice%27s_Restaurant -- and just as I was pronouncing the name "Alice's Restaurant multi-colored rainbow roach" -- a friend of Purple's, a compactly built older fellow with quite a bit of fluffy greying hair walked past, waved at Purple, then did a double-take and backpedaled and came around to the table. He'd thought that he'd heard a mention of Alice's Restaurant, and he had the fun trivia fact that there was more than one version! And with charming simultaneity we mentioned the exact same one.
He'd heard it in college and shared it with the college literary magazine, but only heard it the once and never again. So I wound up explaining the story to the table, and pointed him at YouTube.
By mid-afternoon I was pretty exhausted, so I tiptoed off to the room with the red velvet couch for a nap. Someone was already on the couch, so I took the beanbag. Happily, I'd brought my cloud pillow with me.
The schedule from last week is a bit of a re-run, as tonight Purple was headed out for dinner with the same colleague from out of town who he'd had dinner with last Wednesday, and tomorrow he's got more HOA stuff, albeit this time a shorter meeting. He and the guy from out of town walked me out to the parking lot. The door did the thing again on the way out (7:30pm). It took a couple swipes to lock it this time. Then I realized I'd forgotten my headset and went back in to fetch it, and the door did the thing again.
Purple and friend were headed to a particular parking garage in search of dinner; Purple cautioned the guy to not leave things in his car. Unlike last time. Last time, he'd spent about 2 hours waiting for the police to come to take a report -- officers had arrived, but were called away for a) gunshots, and b) attempted(?) suicide -- before a third officer had finally arrived. The guy mentioned his surprise at public urination in the US, as he had not thought it would be a thing here. He had been in his hotel room looking out the window when some guy came into the alley below and started peeing on the wall. He'd thought about taking a picture because it was so unexpected and maybe to get the guy to stop, but he hadn't. I suggested that perhaps it was best that he had not -- and then I mimed a guy peeing on the wall, looking up at a window, and letting his aim follow his gaze. Ah, the surprise of a dude who does not expect me to make the obvious crude joke.
It pleases me greatly that it's not weird to side-hug Purple goodnight in the parking lot when there's a colleague around. (Would I like it if Purple decided of his own free will that he wanted to date me? Absolutely. However. I'm polyamorous and used to disappointment in love. I'll live. Purple's friendship and affection are a constant delight, undiminished by my unauthorized feels.)
Thursday was probably the peak, which made it a really unpleasant start to the day all told (the internet was also being awful). There was a 12:30 meeting, so instead of hitting up hilltop with Purple's crew, I wandered over to lb's table, who eat early.
lb of course was working from home that day (I really know how to pick my days, as I've missed him about three times running now). Beldorion had brought not-quite-Ritz crackers, which seemed to be a local purchase rather than something he had brought back from Japan to troll the group. This day's designated winding-up-manager-Godwin-and-watching-him-go was one of the guys who I don't know so well asking him (with ill-concealed glee) what the best programming language was. This was jumping off one of the workplace hobbyhorse topics, which is, "why not reprogram X software in Y language?" The answer, of course, starts at "Say what, fresh meat? You fixing to do all that on your lonesome?" When the discussion got around to me, I counter-queried, "Best language for what?" which is of course the only correct answer.
The meeting was about the proper use of the new database tool. The account rep guy has a very soothing voice and ought to take up reading bedtime story audiobooks.
My team has the best intern, incidentally. The research intern is this dude from Canada. He asked how I was doing that morning. "Do you really want to know?" "Sure." "Men. Internet. Feminism." His wince grew at each word. "I'm so sorry."
At the end of the day, pretty much everything was packed up in baggies, ready for the visit from pest control. I'd also got a substantial amount of database-related work done.
Purple walked me out, and I got a much-needed hug.
Friday involved actually relatively few ants. Purple was working from home to take delivery of a package; phone was also expecting a package, in his case an air conditioner. (Meanwhile, his tv has in fact been repaired quite nicely and he is enjoying its return.) There was beer bash. phone made it in and there was cheerful discussion. A fairly good chunk of #cupcake gathered around the fire pit and chattered away cheerfully. I couldn't be quite as off-color as I'd intended to be at the moment when one of my teammates walked behind us...
It was 2600 that evening, being first Friday, and the standing Friday night dinner doesn't happen that night. I shrugged and went back into my much-less-anty cube and scattered diatomaceous earth around where ants were likely to walk through it, and sprayed some of the crevices and surfaces with a mostly-essential-oils-that-I'm-not-sensitive-to flea spray, it being now Weekend Time and my department having cleared out.
I wound up staying pretty late dismantling the boxfort that has been around since the conference. Yay!
Weekend was mostly sleep with some housework and a touch of grocery shopping. Unfortunately I was up until fuck o'clock.
The Commandant had asked me to take notes on a customer call or three, and that was first thing Monday morning. I didn't turn on a 6am alarm since it was going to be a teleconference and I had my gear, but I woke up at 6:45 anyway. So I came in good and early, and discovered that yes, I do indeed type like the wind, and a good keyboard makes it easier. I did not have a great keyboard, and all I'd signed up for was real-time notetaking, not the whole shebang.
In the door saga, one of the facilities guys inspected the door and found it working correctly. That was around 7am. When I got in at 8, it was not. He came by and we talked about it a bit, and I explained the nature of the intermittency.
While I was in the middle of one of the meetings, Madam Standards IMed me to let me know that there was in fact a response to the very public question I had asked about the helldesk software, on the front page of the internal website. The conclusion was (after talking to quite a few users and service providers) that the hellacious front end essentially needed to be burned and salted. I have been feeling quite all right on that front for a bit, ever since that particularly epic meeting where I learned that the people assigned to fix it hated it more than I did. I've been trying to convey my satisfaction with this state of affairs to the usual suspects, although I suspect it will also take a tedious amount of time for the replacement to arrive.
phone was in the office due to intern-related duties, so he and Purple called lunch early. I joined them shortly and we had a good time. I was describing one of the things I'd stumbled into over the weekend -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omzJpIflCiE https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice%27s_Restaurant -- and just as I was pronouncing the name "Alice's Restaurant multi-colored rainbow roach" -- a friend of Purple's, a compactly built older fellow with quite a bit of fluffy greying hair walked past, waved at Purple, then did a double-take and backpedaled and came around to the table. He'd thought that he'd heard a mention of Alice's Restaurant, and he had the fun trivia fact that there was more than one version! And with charming simultaneity we mentioned the exact same one.
He'd heard it in college and shared it with the college literary magazine, but only heard it the once and never again. So I wound up explaining the story to the table, and pointed him at YouTube.
By mid-afternoon I was pretty exhausted, so I tiptoed off to the room with the red velvet couch for a nap. Someone was already on the couch, so I took the beanbag. Happily, I'd brought my cloud pillow with me.
The schedule from last week is a bit of a re-run, as tonight Purple was headed out for dinner with the same colleague from out of town who he'd had dinner with last Wednesday, and tomorrow he's got more HOA stuff, albeit this time a shorter meeting. He and the guy from out of town walked me out to the parking lot. The door did the thing again on the way out (7:30pm). It took a couple swipes to lock it this time. Then I realized I'd forgotten my headset and went back in to fetch it, and the door did the thing again.
Purple and friend were headed to a particular parking garage in search of dinner; Purple cautioned the guy to not leave things in his car. Unlike last time. Last time, he'd spent about 2 hours waiting for the police to come to take a report -- officers had arrived, but were called away for a) gunshots, and b) attempted(?) suicide -- before a third officer had finally arrived. The guy mentioned his surprise at public urination in the US, as he had not thought it would be a thing here. He had been in his hotel room looking out the window when some guy came into the alley below and started peeing on the wall. He'd thought about taking a picture because it was so unexpected and maybe to get the guy to stop, but he hadn't. I suggested that perhaps it was best that he had not -- and then I mimed a guy peeing on the wall, looking up at a window, and letting his aim follow his gaze. Ah, the surprise of a dude who does not expect me to make the obvious crude joke.
It pleases me greatly that it's not weird to side-hug Purple goodnight in the parking lot when there's a colleague around. (Would I like it if Purple decided of his own free will that he wanted to date me? Absolutely. However. I'm polyamorous and used to disappointment in love. I'll live. Purple's friendship and affection are a constant delight, undiminished by my unauthorized feels.)
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That is indeed an excellent intern.
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