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azurelunatic) wrote2015-09-23 01:17 am
azurelunatic) wrote2015-09-23 01:17 am
Random things:
When I wake up in the middle of the night freaking out over Something Or Other, I now have the energy to get up and start Doing Things. This is not always the greatest move. However, when I do start doing this, it does sometimes effectively call my body's bluff on whether this was a good idea, and I find myself going back to bed in short order instead of lying awake freaking out for an hour or two.
Last night's freakout was approximately:
* I am slowly recovering from a pretty gnarly low point, in which I was basically functional enough to go to work, but nothing else.
* For about a month, subsisting on frozen, single-portion-no-prep, and takeout while at home, has meant that my kitchen sink has seen little to no action.
* For the past week-ish, I've been doing enough cooking to wash/rewash a plate and a fork, although not particularly address the forest floor coating of forks in the bottom of the sink.
* Running water in a sink means that whatever's gone down the drain starts to take notice.
* And then there was The Stench.
* An unused garbage disposal, in want of a good hard kick, sits there and hums.
* Reset did not do the job.
* Somehow in some previous cleanup effort, I had put away or recycled all my IKEA hex-keys.
So in the middle of the night I got it into my head that there was no way I could make the kitchen look presentable at *all* (in order to be able to summon the maintenance guy to get the disposal functional to make the smell go away) before my neighbors wound up having the smell get into their apartments (via the kitchen and bathroom vents, which are all connected, so this isn't 100% paranoid fantasy) and complained and of course I would be immediately evicted.
Therefore I got up and about 2 minutes into tidying some of the most obvious kitchen stuff my body realized that actually sleep was a really excellent life choice and I went back to bed. And in the morning I did feel better.
I had a disturbing dream in which I found myself savagely beating someone who was supposed to be my mother (but wasn't actually really-her, but was my dream mother) with an umbrella and screaming that I had just started to love the body I had, but she had made me hate it. This is clearly symbolic of the Recent Shenanigans and in no way reflective of my actual mother. I think this mother represented Society, or something.
Lunch involved the usual suspects shoving two little round tables together, since there were no available big tables. Conversation started somewhere around The 300 and wound up at the Winchester Mystery House, having detoured through war and armies, Nepal's relationships with India and China, Switzerland's military force and neutrality, what sort of weapons the Swiss army had, and whether the "oh, everyone has their gear at home" meant an airplane in someone's garage, whether or not Winchester made ammunition (yes) and were they still around (yes), and the nature of the Mystery House, and how it's better than the Mystery Spot, and a few other bits and bobs.
At work, I am somewhat waiting on an install of the new version of the database tool to get all up ins and yell about. My aspirational duties also involve a certain amount of Research Logistics Yelling, which is part of the Plan.
After my 1:1, I opened up my email to find that
this guy will be in my building sometime in the near future. I will make a point of poking my face in with jellybeans during a coffee break or something!
Tomorrow is radius's 40th birthday. Since it was already tomorrow in Australia, we wound up at the cafe (the closer one) in search of ice cream. I looked tragically at the bins with their delicious delicious carbohydrates, and allowed myself a half-scoop. (Upon which Purple did the *facepalm* "Sorry I forgot!" thing. He is a good Purple.)
Mid-evening, I looked back at my personal email and discovered that I was in receipt of a 36-hour notice to enter (24 hours, but they'd been somewhat generous and sent at the end of the previous day rather than the beginning of the next day) because there are Investors, and they are Visiting, and They Will Be Poking Around. Upon which I decided that I was going home at a sensible hour and not attempting to wait up for Mr. Deadline, though I would wait for traffic to die down.
In riveting Helldesk Software news, the team that's to fix the fucker has had a strategic meeting (the recording was posted to not!Facebook) lasting about 2 hours. I pulled up the viewer, popped on my headphones, and started sorting through my mail backlog. The conclusions involve ripping off the terrible front end and just going with the base SaaS package, which is in fact configurable, and they have no fucking reason to be developing bells and whistles on top of it. It also sounds like there are a few departments which may be getting some percussive maintenance in order to conform to some standard of service.
On the one hand, there are departments that really need it. On the other hand, I hope it doesn't interfere with departments which are functioning well.
I wandered over to say goodnight to Purple, with a butterscotch candy and some Mountain Dew. I eyed his whiteboard. I understood the 'It'\''s' and the It's in contrast to it, but what in the name of all *fuckery* was the 'It'"'"'s' ?????????!?!?! He explained. (His whiteboard writing does not differentiate particularly between double and single quotes, so it looked like a line of single quotes.) I got a hug goodnight and headed out.
So my now-previous bluetooth headset had been doing pretty well for a $30 bluetooth headset found for one week only, ish, at Costco. Except the volume button had first developed a tendency of adjusting itself, and then it became intermittent, then stopped responding to pokes... Next it developed quirks in pairing, in that it would only connect to one of the two multipoint paired devices, and which one varied based on some whim when you turned it on. I eventually stomped into Best Buy (after looking at Costco and discovering that it had in fact gone away) and demanded a nice functional multipoint headset.
They did not have a nice Uhura headset. They did have a two-ear, earphones-on-tethers, around-the-neck douchebag headphone. It did the thing, for under $100. I took it.
The LG Tone Pro will pair with two blueteeth and do phone and audio over both, and swap sensibly between same when you're listening to audio on one and a phone call comes in on the other. However, it does not *reconnect* to the #2 device upon power-on, which is obnoxious. Also, when you're pairing to 2 devices, the first device you pair it to becomes #2 upon pairing with the subsequent device. On Monday I'd been trying to talk withnorabombay on the way to work. Unfortunately, the headset had disconnected from the phone (which was the #2 device) and therefore I could not get the phone back on the headset even by turning the headset off and back on again (which is my usual trick). I re-paired this morning, in an order which prioritizes the phone (since podcasts can be done on speaker, and anyway, radio is a thing). There's still been some flakiness, though, and this time it was Nora's phone, which has randomly stopped ringing. And my watch hallucinated some calls from her. Weird. But we finally did get to talk.
I picked up a $5 pack of hex keys (including the vital 1/4" one) at Home Depot, as it was cheaper than the manufacturer's $7 single 1/4" hex key, and grabbed dinner on my way home.
Presented with overriding force in the person of someone mechanically turning the wedged-in-place blades, the garbage disposal whirred into action, and the ambient scent in my apartment improved notably. I shall sleep in peace.
Tidying continues. It may not reach a point that I'm actually comfortable with by Thursday, but it's already improved over yesterday, and there have been incremental improvements over the last few weeks.
Last night's freakout was approximately:
* I am slowly recovering from a pretty gnarly low point, in which I was basically functional enough to go to work, but nothing else.
* For about a month, subsisting on frozen, single-portion-no-prep, and takeout while at home, has meant that my kitchen sink has seen little to no action.
* For the past week-ish, I've been doing enough cooking to wash/rewash a plate and a fork, although not particularly address the forest floor coating of forks in the bottom of the sink.
* Running water in a sink means that whatever's gone down the drain starts to take notice.
* And then there was The Stench.
* An unused garbage disposal, in want of a good hard kick, sits there and hums.
* Reset did not do the job.
* Somehow in some previous cleanup effort, I had put away or recycled all my IKEA hex-keys.
So in the middle of the night I got it into my head that there was no way I could make the kitchen look presentable at *all* (in order to be able to summon the maintenance guy to get the disposal functional to make the smell go away) before my neighbors wound up having the smell get into their apartments (via the kitchen and bathroom vents, which are all connected, so this isn't 100% paranoid fantasy) and complained and of course I would be immediately evicted.
Therefore I got up and about 2 minutes into tidying some of the most obvious kitchen stuff my body realized that actually sleep was a really excellent life choice and I went back to bed. And in the morning I did feel better.
I had a disturbing dream in which I found myself savagely beating someone who was supposed to be my mother (but wasn't actually really-her, but was my dream mother) with an umbrella and screaming that I had just started to love the body I had, but she had made me hate it. This is clearly symbolic of the Recent Shenanigans and in no way reflective of my actual mother. I think this mother represented Society, or something.
Lunch involved the usual suspects shoving two little round tables together, since there were no available big tables. Conversation started somewhere around The 300 and wound up at the Winchester Mystery House, having detoured through war and armies, Nepal's relationships with India and China, Switzerland's military force and neutrality, what sort of weapons the Swiss army had, and whether the "oh, everyone has their gear at home" meant an airplane in someone's garage, whether or not Winchester made ammunition (yes) and were they still around (yes), and the nature of the Mystery House, and how it's better than the Mystery Spot, and a few other bits and bobs.
At work, I am somewhat waiting on an install of the new version of the database tool to get all up ins and yell about. My aspirational duties also involve a certain amount of Research Logistics Yelling, which is part of the Plan.
After my 1:1, I opened up my email to find that
this guy will be in my building sometime in the near future. I will make a point of poking my face in with jellybeans during a coffee break or something! Tomorrow is radius's 40th birthday. Since it was already tomorrow in Australia, we wound up at the cafe (the closer one) in search of ice cream. I looked tragically at the bins with their delicious delicious carbohydrates, and allowed myself a half-scoop. (Upon which Purple did the *facepalm* "Sorry I forgot!" thing. He is a good Purple.)
Mid-evening, I looked back at my personal email and discovered that I was in receipt of a 36-hour notice to enter (24 hours, but they'd been somewhat generous and sent at the end of the previous day rather than the beginning of the next day) because there are Investors, and they are Visiting, and They Will Be Poking Around. Upon which I decided that I was going home at a sensible hour and not attempting to wait up for Mr. Deadline, though I would wait for traffic to die down.
In riveting Helldesk Software news, the team that's to fix the fucker has had a strategic meeting (the recording was posted to not!Facebook) lasting about 2 hours. I pulled up the viewer, popped on my headphones, and started sorting through my mail backlog. The conclusions involve ripping off the terrible front end and just going with the base SaaS package, which is in fact configurable, and they have no fucking reason to be developing bells and whistles on top of it. It also sounds like there are a few departments which may be getting some percussive maintenance in order to conform to some standard of service.
On the one hand, there are departments that really need it. On the other hand, I hope it doesn't interfere with departments which are functioning well.
I wandered over to say goodnight to Purple, with a butterscotch candy and some Mountain Dew. I eyed his whiteboard. I understood the 'It'\''s' and the It's in contrast to it, but what in the name of all *fuckery* was the 'It'"'"'s' ?????????!?!?! He explained. (His whiteboard writing does not differentiate particularly between double and single quotes, so it looked like a line of single quotes.) I got a hug goodnight and headed out.
So my now-previous bluetooth headset had been doing pretty well for a $30 bluetooth headset found for one week only, ish, at Costco. Except the volume button had first developed a tendency of adjusting itself, and then it became intermittent, then stopped responding to pokes... Next it developed quirks in pairing, in that it would only connect to one of the two multipoint paired devices, and which one varied based on some whim when you turned it on. I eventually stomped into Best Buy (after looking at Costco and discovering that it had in fact gone away) and demanded a nice functional multipoint headset.
They did not have a nice Uhura headset. They did have a two-ear, earphones-on-tethers, around-the-neck douchebag headphone. It did the thing, for under $100. I took it.
The LG Tone Pro will pair with two blueteeth and do phone and audio over both, and swap sensibly between same when you're listening to audio on one and a phone call comes in on the other. However, it does not *reconnect* to the #2 device upon power-on, which is obnoxious. Also, when you're pairing to 2 devices, the first device you pair it to becomes #2 upon pairing with the subsequent device. On Monday I'd been trying to talk with
norabombay on the way to work. Unfortunately, the headset had disconnected from the phone (which was the #2 device) and therefore I could not get the phone back on the headset even by turning the headset off and back on again (which is my usual trick). I re-paired this morning, in an order which prioritizes the phone (since podcasts can be done on speaker, and anyway, radio is a thing). There's still been some flakiness, though, and this time it was Nora's phone, which has randomly stopped ringing. And my watch hallucinated some calls from her. Weird. But we finally did get to talk. I picked up a $5 pack of hex keys (including the vital 1/4" one) at Home Depot, as it was cheaper than the manufacturer's $7 single 1/4" hex key, and grabbed dinner on my way home.
Presented with overriding force in the person of someone mechanically turning the wedged-in-place blades, the garbage disposal whirred into action, and the ambient scent in my apartment improved notably. I shall sleep in peace.
Tidying continues. It may not reach a point that I'm actually comfortable with by Thursday, but it's already improved over yesterday, and there have been incremental improvements over the last few weeks.