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Bloody weird day.

Woke up after 7 hours sleep. (Went to bed an hour late.)

Dream had featured rope-climbing, weird buildings on one of the blocks around home. Wood pile sort of construction in a shed, and we'd climbed up and had to get down. There were ropes that we were climbing down, and the wood or plants had all turned into nasty composty rubbishy muck. Obso1337 Super was there. He also happened to be about 8 months pregnant. This was a perfectly normal thing according to the dream. There was no backstory; it just was. Upon waking up, my first thoughts were along the lines of "WTF?!" and my second thoughts were probably very amused.

Obso1337 Super seems to think that the pair of search terms "womens" "testicles" turning up a crazy number of hits means that women have testicles. I attempted to explain to him that he was using two separate search strings, not one single one, and therefore his results meant jack. He is Always Right, though, in addition to being male and 40-ish, so nothing's going to change his clothes the mind he's already made up. This was probably a contributing factor to said dream. Nothing says mpreg like women's testicles.

Have been noticing a disturbing technical trend. Wrote it up for the workplace. Hope to hear back on it. Darkside will viciously mock one of the pieces of code involved.

Came in for my shift as scheduled. Since my social life revolves around
  1. time with Darkside
  2. writing group
  3. LJ
  4. #lj_support
and none of those were conflicting with work, I elected to remain for the second shift.

There is general bogglement over the UnF spreadsheet. The thing is cracktacular, and will be more so after I wind up customizing it for each team. It looks complex at first glance, but really it is not entirely. I realize that $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB has a lot more paperwork than some jobs. I wound up customizing the Team 1 version of the UnF spreadsheet. I left it in their folder for them to play with.

Snarky Lady has started calling me Joanie, and it is spreading. (She started this because the Old Gum Lady Phone Goon calls me that. The Old Gum Lady Phone Goon likes me. It's good to be liked.) It almost feels like home. Added to that is the fact that some of the new people and temps are starting to wonder if I live there... Pink Shirt Guy said that I might as well.

It is entirely bizarre that my entire department is looking up to me as the Tech Person. I can troubleshoot most of the common problems of the department! If not, it is not usual that someone else can fix it. I am already reasonably proficient with entry-level dialer puzzles.

Next Sunday will be another potluck. This time, we must explicitly #include Comic Pirate Super. He was not called properly last time.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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