August 25th, 2004

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New monitors! Hooray!

In addition to Snarky Monitor moving up, we're getting a batch of new monitors. Scary Desk Guy Neighbor (grey hair, longish but no ponytail) is becoming a monitor. A few of the new guys are becoming monitors. There is an influx of new male monitors, in fact, perhaps balancing out all the estrogen/progesterone currently doing things.

Turns out that Figment is in monitor training. W00t! Figment is way, way cool: fen, very fen, and appreciative of things like the Sith Academy, "Never Set the Cat on Fire", and probably a bunch of other jokes that only other fen would -- or should -- get.

Tonight when we were cleaning up, I was putting some papers away in the closet. Figment came up to me and wanted to know where to put the selfsame papers I'd just dealt with. I showed him the place in the closet, and then proceeded to do a boob-wiggling "in the closet" dance.

Jokes about me going in and out of the closet became the thing for the evening. Figment and I looked ready to explode at one point or another. Figment told me it was all my fault for starting it.

Yes, the workplace is about to get a lot more fun. Also, I'll be monitoring more, as the Snarky Monitor is going to be the Snarky Supervisor now, and there were just a batch of new hires, and they were complaining that even with, what, four new monitors, that they're still going to be short monitors.

I didn't get through all my people today. I had six undone when I knocked off, and that was because they'd all gone home. There were some setbacks, and I know I can streamline my setup process a bit more, but, ack? Today felt like a hugely unproductive day, in part due to the fumbling around to get people to monitor on one job until I realized that no one was there on that job, as they were all training. I also wound up doing a C to P (Computer to Paper: compare what's on the computer to what's on the paper version, make sure all is correct & like it's supposed to be, painstaking and long) and that cut into my productivity.

Still and all.

I'm glad today's over. I'm glad Motley shared her Pitch Black Dew with us. (Mmm. Tastes better than Ryddick.) I'm glad I got to walk home with othercat. I'm glad my meeting tomorrow won't take up the entire day.

...yeah. Meeting. Argh?

Lemming: "If I had a child when I started fandom..."

...I'm pretty sure I couldn't have. I think I didn't start menstruating until later that year. In any case, I would have been far too young to be having a baby, and I'm not sure how my body would have liked it.

But if I'd had the child, s/he would now be as old as or older than I was when I'd given birth to him/her, and s/he'd already be fen if I'd had anything to do with his/her raising. Aunt and Uncle-Fayoumis probably would have adopted the kid, because I would have been far too young to properly raise a kid, and Aunt-Fayoumis has always wanted children.
high energy magic

Freewill of the Week

Gemini Horoscope for week of August 26, 2004
While visiting relatives in Fort Collins, Colorado, I borrowed a ten-speed and rode down the most delightful urban bike path in the world. As I pedaled for miles past parks, wetlands, and fields of wild flowers, I felt gratitude for the visionary planners who had created such a sanctuary in the midst of a city of 120,000 people. I hope you can be like that bike path in the coming week, Gemini: a source of relaxing beauty at the heart of the hubbub; a calming yet inspiring influence that motivates the people around you to act with maximum integrity.
Y'know, this one does feel like mine. Though in my case it's probably more likely to be energy and hyperactivity interspersed with calm and peace, because I do both at work...

Cancer Horoscope for week of August 26, 2004
Staring into my computer screen is not necessarily the best way to get inspired for the task of creating your horoscope. After analyzing the astrological omens, I often wander out into nature in quest of inspiration. Today's jaunt took me all the way to Mt. San Pedro, a place I'd never explored before. Upon reaching the top, I found a panoramic vista that revealed three of the bridges that cross San Francisco Bay. As I surveyed those monumental connecting links, my intuition turned to you. A sudden breeze came up, and I heard a voice in my head say, "It's weaving time for the Crabs. Tell them to splice and unify and join together."
running, bomb tech

My so-called day off

Sis and I went out last night for a few bottles of the new color of Dew. We came back with six bottles each of black and orange (stocking up for the winter, yay) as well as sundry other things that we couldn't do without, such as cheese and milk. She crashed, but I was still wired.

Operating on the reasonable assumption that I wouldn't have to be awake for quite some time, I invited ralmathon to come over and share some Pitch Black and bitch as well as hear more about DeLug. This led to bitching, soda analysis, and backrubs (for him, from me -- I really need to demand payback more often). We talked about our jobs. Evidently I give really good backrubs, and I should never go pro with massage, because that will screw my friends over, because I'll never give them backrubs after that.

Woke up at a reasonable hour. Checked e-mail and LJ and all that. Decided I needed a nap. Fell asleep at an unreasonable hour of the morning, a bare two hours before I had to be at the meeting. Made it to the meeting, but at the price of style -- I really need to upgrade my skirts, and I so totally need long-sleeved shirts with V-necks.

Meeting was interesting. I sat between Figment and Rules Lawyer Monitor, and we went over the new monitoring specs. Things are different now. Expect turmoil from the monitoring department until we get this all sorted out.

Hung out for a bit before everybody else had to go to work. othercat and dustraven and I had a bit of an amusing little dustup in the communications department. There were two separate conversations involving blond bishies, both of which I was a party to, but dustraven was not a party to the conversation I'd had with othercat, and othercat was not a party to the conversation I'd had with trystan_laryssa (nor a party to the conversation between trystan_laryssa and dustraven, which was how he heard about it). So when I conducted a small unspoken conversation with othercat confirming that one person in particular was the person we'd been discussing, dustraven took it as a confirmation that the person I was indicating was a person who had featured in the blond bishie conversation I'd had with trystan_laryssa. Much mighty confusion ensued.

Loren was the most confused, because while trystan_laryssa had told her that making a gesture as if taking a photo would set me off into fits of giggles, she hadn't been told why this would happen.

Everyone wandered off, except for the wallflowers, who included othercat and the blond bishie who hadn't been the topic of discussion between trystan_laryssa and me. That poor guy wound up spilling his glass of water all over his pants.

I checked on the DeLug meeting time and place on my way home. I stopped in at the office and filled out a repair ticket for the sink in the other bedroom (leaking) and the chiller unit (dripping and rattling).

In a few minutes, I head off for DeVry to hang out with the Linux gurus-in-training. Also, if listening to "Legends" drunk had me sniffling, and listening to it sober still has me leaking, a surefire way to have me bawling unashamedly is to have me try and sing it.
  • Current Music
    Julia Ecklar - Legends -
running, bomb tech

Geek Moments

Looks like Naomi's insisting that we attend all the DeLug meetings now. I can't say I have a problem with that. It's good for her to get out, even though it's hard for her to sit still through an hour lecture without bouncing on things.
  • Current Music
    sultans of ping f.c. - Give Him A Ball (And A Yard Of Grass)