From Monday night, #adventuresofstnono working blue:
( NSFW, with even worse video link; mildly genital-essentialist ) So I woke up this morning with my early alarm and saw no good reason to go back to sleep. And I headed in to work. I started checking my email. I saw that the Conference Commandant had sent an invitation at about 7am. Which was for 11am. Which had been about five minutes ago. I reset my whiteboard for In Another Castle and skidded out the door for the shuttle up to the top of the hill, emailing as I went that I was on my way to the appointed building.
As I went across the second floor balcony, I saw the Events lady and the Commandant and Polka-Dot approaching. We waved. I went inside and down on the elevator, and we toured the conference rooms.
The committee chairs were charmed, and we put a hold on the rooms until we can get a confirmation of the actual dates (in January after people come back).
I'm going to have to, eventually, before it becomes more of an issue, have a brief chat with the Commandant about the hours in which she can expect me to be aware of my email. (Which is a conversation that I was having with Purple last night.) My expected sleep cycle swings between midnight to noon. I am currently hammering it back to 10:30am-ish via a very persistent set of alarms. I love my job. Nonetheless, I have three alarms. If it happens after midnight, don't expect me to see it until at least 10:30. When there's a known Thing which I need to be alert related to, I will actively monitor my email when I get up to pee in the night. When there isn't, I don't believe in actually being available 24x7, because I'm so very not getting paid like I should be.
There was another round of back-and-forth with the helpdesk. The tech of the moment declared that because our two test users who couldn't see the ticket via the link are mere R&D minions, everything was fine. I countered that there were use cases which made the inability to fucking link a fucking ticket a right bastard (without the swearing). I mentioned that this was a substantial regression and that it would be reported to the Torchbearer for triage. (I left unmentioned that the Torchbearer is now cc:ed on the ticket, and that I am one of the people giving substantial input on priority.)
Lunch happened. The group was chatting about how various places in the US had rather unexpected names. Purple joined us somewhat belatedly; I suspect he got swiped for conversation while in line. Eventually the topic turned to that of Fuck Off As A Service.
The concept of Into the Woods on Boxing Day sounds moderately appealing to Purple, but he also has some friends who may need help moving at that point. We'll see. (Later, when I gave him the planned time and location, and said that this would diminish the chances that he could come, he queried. He'd been counting on me picking a place closer to myself in his initial assessment. I'd been willing to negotiate something closer to middle ground had he been guaranteed-free.) I would still of course be happy to see him, I said. He'd figured as much.
That turned into a discussion of the times and places where I would not be happy to see him. I eventually boiled down my general constraints:
* Clothed.
* Not awakening me from my sleep cycle.
* Not while I was in the middle of some bodily function or another for which I require privacy.
* Not while I was in the middle of something time-sensitive for which I require concentration.
So, him showing up on my doorstep and waking me up to see this dead skunk? Right out. Which is not his style.
Most of my day involved being face-first in the middle of explicitly writing out various of the assumptions embedded in the location meeting. I also did some of the aforementioned wrestling with helldesk, plus some bonus procurement wrangling.
Last night on not!Facebook, I tried to politely articulate some of my requirements for good documentation.
( Read more... ) Today's Procurement wrangling involved scanning some documents, then withdrawing the requisition, attaching them, and re-submitting it. Which, if the documentation had been available in non-video form, I might have got right on the first go.
To rest my brain, I did poke at a work-side Gallery of Hostile Signatures for local amusement.
I located a fireplace video and put it on the
big medium screen. It was cute. People liked it.
Someone stopped by with cookies. It turned out to have been R.
I came up with a suggestion to maybe make the helldesk software a little better. When I mentioned it in #cupcake, I accidentally caught Mr. Zune on remote desktop working from two timezones away at 10pm.
All the running about with stairs did a bit of a number on me, and then the extended focus of writing up the meeting notes and braindumping gave me the headache.
Purple was also a bit braindrained from braindumping. He observed that my fireplace was buffering. He did a "Daddy, my fishtank is buffering!" conversation, involving "Did you reboot the router?" I giggled extensively.
My knees were not yelly today, but I was substantially off-balance, enough to accidentally punch the disco ball. I took my work cane out to the car. Purple was gentle hugging me goodnight, even though I was wobbly, not hurty. He joked about the level of kicks that should be dealt out; I demonstrated lightly kicking at the level of his laptop bag, and explained that in deference to my current status, I would only be kicking at that level and not any higher. Usually I go for the head or shoulder when being silly with kicking. (And the advantages of playing with people who are not Darkside is, they are less likely to attempt to knock me over. Heh.)
The thing which I was going to tell Purple about, but my train of thought got derailed, was the grapefruit video.
And I will see Purple tomorrow.