Nerd math

Feb. 28th, 2024 11:30 pm
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In a work online meeting today, a coworker said he's taking Friday off to go see Dune II. I asked if he was going to get a sandworm popcorn bucket; he laughed and said he didn't think it was an AMC movie theater. Nobody else in the meeting had heard about the bucket, which is basically the head of the sandworm and a view into its gullet sealed on top of the container. I said eating popcorn from that would mean sticking your hand into its gaping maw, but it would be a neat memento. It then spun off into riffing on Dune, where I remembered the term for "that needle thing" (the gom jabbar), debated the Lynch versus Villeneuve pronunciation of Bene Gesserit and Harkonnen, and how many books in the series I made it through (5? 6? The misogyny wore me down).

Another coworker commented that he didn't know I was such a nerd, to which I laughed and said "You have no idea." What I didn't say was that he could probably bring together at least three or four of our coworkers and they still wouldn't add up to how nerdy I am. (Never get into a nerd flex contest with a fangirl when cred is on the line.)
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SERIOUSLY. My customer DB turned out to have a nasty surprise in it, and so I found myself compelled to keep working on it. Until 10 PM. SELF, YOU CHOSE POORLY. At least I was catching up on my YouTube watching in the background. ([personal profile] kouredios, that Dan'n'Phil pumpkin carving was ridiculous and delightful. The guts!hair as the crowning touch! *dying*)

Candy fail, family grief, kid progress, tired )

So yes, I would welcome some nice long stretches of boring. But first we have to get through next week. I swear just having the robocalls and email and text barrages come to an end would be a relief, but I am nursing a small sprout of hope in my heart for better.

I hope you all have a glorious weekend with lovely weather.
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...I just want to browse Youtube vids of cookie decorating all day.*

I'm a software developer; give me something new you want the software to do, or something the software is doing that it shouldn't, and I will make it work. However, currently I'm running about 25% developing, 75% QA (quality assurance, the testing part to make sure that what was desired is what's actually happening), to help support the beleaguered QA part of my team. I like my team a lot, and I want us to succeed, and I'm fine with helping out from time to time. BUT. This QA thing is getting old, especially because their QA tests, which I'm supposed to be able to follow along from step to step to test out changes, are written for QA people, and not developers moonlighting as testers.

You know those writing exercises in school where you had to describe a mundane activity in detail, like making a PB&J, and your classmates would then act out the steps exactly as you had written them? I was the only one who listed every piece without missing anything, because that's how my mind works. So I find it irritating to trip on missing steps in these QA tests. It would help my flow and my state of mind to be able to make it all the way through a test without having to go back to QA multiple times on what they neglected to note, or worse yet, what's absolutely wrong.

Thus, the cookie decorating videos. It's so damned soothing and satisfying to watch that level of competence porn in action, plus it lulls me into a state of "That looks so simple! I should be doing that." I'm hosting Easter for the extended family, and I have visions of exquisitely decorated cookies impressing them all...which I should just give up on now, because I know me, and I'll be doing well if the bare basics of the meal are ready to go when it's time to eat. The decorating supplies lurking in the basement are still calling to me, though...

*With apologies to Todd Rundgren for breaking the scansion of his lyrics, and laughing at the same time, because the Emperor plays percussion in band and has resisted practicing all week while home on Spring Break. He emphatically does not want to bang on the drum all day.
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I am sitting here at work unable to actually DO any work, as our site-wide internet connection is totally jazzed up due to a virus attack. I can't connect to Google or any of the actual things I'm supposed to be doing, and I can't pack up and go home because Outlook is trying to repair itself from whatever fiendish knot it's tied itself into this time, going on hour 2. (Outlook and I have an ongoing battle, where I insist that it both send me my emails and keep track of what it's sent, and it petulantly refuses to do so, leading me to having both the desktop version and the web app open at the same time while I try to keep everything in sync myself.)

But in a delightful turn of events, for whatever reason both Dreamwidth and AO3 are not blocked, so I am happily going through and reading through all my open tabs of posts and fic that have been lingering for a shamefully long time.

Theoretically I should feel guilty about this, but damn, my field of fucks is still fallow.

May your days have a similar bonus of lemonade from lemons!

Stir crazy

Feb. 17th, 2016 03:27 pm
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There was an event at the Emperor's school one evening last week for which they created art and sang songs about civil rights. I had a moment of equal parts pride and embarrassment when he proudly showed me his poster stating "I have a dream that terrorism will end", with a tiny addendum of "and that Donald Trump won't win the election". I can remember being younger than him in grade school, a lone voice in the classroom staunchly insisting that Ronald Reagan was a bad president because he was gutting education funding and making other ridiculous decisions. Little pitchers have big ears, unto the next generation. (Also amusing: his Valentine's Day card to me, with the poem "Roses are red, violets are blue, this project was forced, but I still love you!" That's my little goober man.)

However, I'm pretty darned sure that a snot-nosed somebody infected my offspring at the school function, as he's been laid low with a nasty cold/fever/cough over the three-day weekend and through today. I took Monday off and have been working from home the past couple of days with little to no success, as it's very hard to watch boring training videos when somebody is playing Super Smash Bros in the background and coughing up his gloopy lungs.

I have however leveled up like a woman obsessed with the Avengers Academy app; I am so close to welcoming Captain America to the roster! Of course, then I'll have to give up the entertaining animated loop of him doing jumping jacks, one-armed push-ups, and posing with some serious Blue Steel.

I don't do well with open-ended assignments and a distracting environment; I am actually looking forward to going back to the office and getting SOMETHING done. Maybe my executive function caught the cold, leaving me with compromised willpower? *sigh*
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I make so many imaginary posts in my head that sometimes I lose track of what I've actually written here, and what's gone to the internal slush pile.

Things I did not mention: new job, new salary, same company, current stasis )

While that's going on, I'm still in WTF land with my body. Still no period or news )

I think this much whine needs some wine. Later, gators!
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The vet's office called earlier this week, letting us know that Mika's ashes were ready to be picked up. This afternoon I retrieved the Emperor from his after-school program and went to get them. He was very sweet, wrapping his arms around me and looking up with a very serious expression, as I struggled to get through the paperwork and bill without completely breaking down. Bringing home her ashes makes her death seem so final, like she's just been somewhere else for all this time, but now I have to face the fact that she's really gone. I miss her with almost everything I do at home. When I come downstairs in the morning or get home from work, there's no fuzzy girl to coax outside. When I eat pizza or slice up some chicken to pack in my lunch, there's no vocal dog begging for scraps. Every time I walk by the living room, I glance in the bay window where her perch was, only to be reminded that she's not there to fill it any more.

This weekend I'm hoping to get some cleaning done as the first step for getting the house ready to bring home another dog. Plus, the carpet in the living is kinda gross at this point, what with the effects of an elderly dog who wasn't too aware about where she relieved herself. I just have to get over the feeling that I'm betraying her memory by wiping away the signs of her life here.

Work has been annoying. I feel like I have to fight for every scrap of information I can get; I think they forget that since I'm a remote worker, I'm not there for their meetings or hallway chats or lunchroom discussions. I'd be happy to make the necessary changes, if people only let me know what the hell they were. Knowing why, or who made the decisions, would be a pleasant bonus.

I have the tiniest bit of disappointment that I'm not going to Dragon*Con this weekend, but I desperately need a weekend at home to sleep and recoup, so I'm grateful to get three days to do so. The Emperor is in his third week of school already, and I still haven't managed to adjust my bedtime to the earlier wake-up.

TGTF, y'all.
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Are the flying pigs having snowball fights in hell? Because I seem to have made it through an entire regular TV season without a single one of my shows being canceled. That hasn't happened since...EVER. I even watched multiple new shows this year, and they all made it through. I don't think it's my tastes that are changing; either the networks are relaxing their standards for demographics and audience size required to renew, or *GASP* the masses are coming around to my way of thinking.

This includes: Castle, Grimm, iZombie, The Flash, Arrow, Agent Carter (:D :D :D), Agents of SHIELD, and Once Upon a Time. I'm not counting Glee because its end has been planned for a while.

Spoilers ahoy!

Once Upon a Time )

I am loving everyone's delight in Mad Max: Fury Road, both fannishly and critically. Links and fannish adjacent thoughts )

In flashback news, I've been watching Alias. Bless that zany early 00s show; I have to shake my head every time Sydney skulks through her missions in her all black spy gear...with a belly shirt, so her abdomen flashes through like a beacon whenever she moves. So stealthy!

Confession time: I loathed Kennedy in Buffy season 7. Her storyline, her designs on Willow, the lackluster performance by the actor...everything. So I take a certain amount of catty glee (I will admit to being an awful person sometimes) to seeing Iyari Limon in an irritable bowel medicine commercial. Heh heh heh.

Speaking of commercials, have you seen Kristen Bell and her husband Dax Shepard hawking Samsung appliances? They legitimately made me laugh; I watched the whole behind-the-scenes thing, because I love watching KBell in action, being loose and comfortable with herself, and HAPPY.

I saw Avengers: Age of Ultron, because it was necessary as a MCU fangirl. I'm still deciding if it's too late to post a reaction piece about it, because about 2300 words poured out of me when I sat down to watch an AHEM copy.

I've got a business trip next week to visit the main office. Airfare was ridiculous for traveling that week, so my coworker and I will have to drive 1.5 hours to a podunk airport, take a hop to Chicago, then over to the Twin Cities, meaning a day wasted in travel each way. But I'll get to have dinner with [personal profile] heresluck, which I am very happy about, and lots of down time to catch up on shows. I'll be packing Lost Girl, Miss Fisher Murder Mysteries, Doctor Who, Orphan Black, plus some movies for my Big Idea VVC vid...and going into the office at some point. :)

I hope you all have a lovely weekend!
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I may be a little bit excited to be so close to done with this week. :)

First and foremost, it means the end of this OMGWTFBBQ GoTo shift. ARGH ARGH ARGH )

With all the stress of the past couple months, I had to give up on my vague intention to make an entry for Club Vivid. I still have an eye on an idea for a Premiere, so I need to kick my ass into gear and get going on that.

As a last minute reward for surviving this week, I bought a Saturday ticket for C2E2 and a photo op with Ming-Na Wen and Hayley Atwell! \o/ Fangirl flailing )

Wish me luck, and have a lovely weekend, all!
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The stress levels are similar, but I have maintained the "no crying" rule at work, through complete lack of documentation, crappy conference calls, debugging other peoples' bad code, and general all-around pressure, where a lack of planning on their part is constituting an emergency on mine. Which is like my favorite thing ever!

Plus the Emperor slapped a friend at recess yesterday, and then compounded the issues by pretend hitting today. Forecast calls for an in-school suspension.

I am keeping my eyes on the prize, which is the weekend/end of my goto shift, and the potential to see Hayley Atwell, Jason Momoa, a bunch of "Orphan Black" actors, and lots more interesting people at C2E2. It's a bit of a drive for a one-day thing, especially if I wind up doing it solo, but I think it would be worth it.

Hi! How are you doing?
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My goal is no crying at work today. The first day of my goto rotation yesterday was epically awful.

For the most part, I love my job. But not when I'm loaded up with time-critical tasks that I don't know how to do and no one wants to help. It's one of the things that keeps me from looking for a new position, because a raise isn't worth that kind of stress on a daily basis.
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Both literal and metaphorical!

In the ongoing war on my bank account that is home ownership, the sewer line backed up into our house Saturday night, requiring an after-hours repair with a large price tag. It did cover a camera inspection of the line on Monday, but the Roto Rooter guy tried to parlay the alarming results into pressuring us to sign up for a replacement of the line right away, to the tune of six grand. Yikes! We balked, and I called for a second opinion, who said that the line did need to be replaced, but not at crisis, OMGWTFBBQ speed. The plumber recommended by them gave us a ballpark figure over the phone of several grand less. Here's hoping that holds true.

I was off Friday, and worked from home Monday and Tuesday to deal with the dirty details, so today was my first day back in the office for almost a week. After what happened today, I'm tempted to stay home as much as possible.

I overheard male manager J talking to my male coworker S about female coworker C. J complained that C was being really grumpy and obviously therefore needed to get laid, and "jokingly" asked S to "take one for the team", but if he couldn't do it, J would have get one of the other single guys in the department to step up.

Just to add to the grossness of this, J is C's manager.

I could not believe what I was hearing - I mean, I could, because J is infamous for getting away with shit like that for literally decades, but I'd never been present for such garbage. I had to walk around the building to calm down, then I talked to S about the situation. He was similarly disgusted, so I got his blessing before bringing it up to our manager M. M promised to talk to the big boss about it, while trying to keep our names out of it (because our department has a delightful history of firing people who complain about the work environment). So we'll see what happens.

Does anyone know a good way to call down a meteor strike to hasten along the passing of the current crop of dinosaurs?
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Once again I've been beating my head against my current project, though this time the problem was the ugly, labyrinthine existing code. I was up late last night deep in imposter-syndrome despair. Then this morning I got a burst of inspiration and BAM, change accomplished! I did a literal \o/ with a loud WAHOOO and raced over to my coworker to share the news.

The rest of the day was spent in making sure I didn't break anything with my changes, so my sense of accomplishment was dimmed somewhat.

I'm in week three (ARGH) of trying to switch my cell phone service over to a third-party vendor running on the AT&T backbone, so I can finally join the rest of the smartphone world without paying a crapton for it. I signed up at the local GameStop store; I didn't know that I was their first customer to do so. Every step that could be screwed up was, and the vendor has refused to help at all, so it's been five visits and six hours racked up. Tomorrow I need to go back and politely suggest to the manager that they make it better OR ELSE.

I noticed a couple of days ago that the gleam from my headlights looked weird, and sure enough, one of the bulbs was burned out. I picked up replacement bulbs tonight and poked the internet for how-tos. "This is easy!" they said. "Five minute job!" they claimed. Instead, I had to deal with rusty screws, a dark corner of the garage I had to illuminate with a flashlight, and a stubborn assembly that refused to come apart. Multiple trips inside to check different sources and almost an hour later, I finally got the damned thing changed. Cue another (albeit tired) victory lap.

If I'm wise, the next lap will end in bed. G'night!
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The Emperor's 10th birthday has come and gone. His school district doesn't close for the Columbus Day holiday, but instead schedules a couple days near the end of October for teacher in-service and conferences, which has meant for several years now that he gets a 3-4 day weekend for his birthday.

This year, he decided that he didn't want a birthday party like last time, where we rented a tumbling place for a couple of hours and invited his class. Instead, he wanted a sleepover with three of his friends. Two out of the three couldn't make it, alas, but one did, and they had a fine time.

Most of my spare time of the last few weeks has been spent in service of the Emperor, either working on his Halloween costume or planning and executing his birthday weekend. I took Friday off work and drove him over to an electronic game store so he could pick out a Nintendo 3DS and a few games, then spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up from costume construction. Saturday morning I got up and made pancakes for him and his friend. Today I spent most of my time making cake layers from mixes (he wanted a half-yellow, half-chocolate cake) and chocolate buttercream frosting from scratch. Seven sticks of butter plus cocoa and powdered sugar can't be wrong; I've got several cups of frosting left over in the fridge to go on top of whatever can be dipped in the bowl. Since I didn't want a towering monstrosity, I only made one layer of each flavor and used the rest for cupcakes, which will go into my work tomorrow (not that they deserve it).

I love having a functional oven again. The previous one had been dying for years and couldn't hold an even temperature, which was death on baking stuff. But now...mwah hah hah! I may even get around to making my former overload levels of holiday cookies.

Ugh, I do not want to go back to work tomorrow. Everyone I work with is being extra-irritating, and I just want a break from the "one more thing"s that never seem to come with any kind of gratitude. At least there will be a cupcake to brighten my morning.
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Because "reaping" seems far more active of a verb than I can take credit for, when what I did was mainly stay afloat.

Stressing over October birthday and Halloween )

Business trip and confidence torpedo )

More traveling )

Even with my complete lack of motivation to do anything that pleases my manager (because I'm a sulky brat like that), I have been kicking ass and taking names this week at work. I really hope my team members are noticing, since I can't depend on my manager to catch on.

I'm hoping I can get my stuff together and take tomorrow afternoon off, because I need some quality time cleaning the house, and not putting out one work-related fire after another. Here's hoping for a relaxing weekend for everyone.
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I literally just had to leave the lunch table before I started yelling (louder) at the regular jerkwad.

I came into a conversation about raising the minimum wage, which I knew was trouble from the start, and the only place left to sit was next to the douchenozzle. Another of the coworkers said, "I'm sorry, but I don't want to pay more than I already am." (This, mind you, from the woman who has two adult children and two grandchildren living with her, because her offspring are being paid minimum wage and can't afford their own place.) I offered that people who make more money need less assistance from the government, and therefore the government has more to spend on other programs, and maybe even could lower taxes, and that Seattle is having a great result from raising the minimum wage. The asshat immediately came back with "Well, why don't we raise it to $60,000 dollars? A $100,000!" I tried to ignore him, and he kept saying "Why not $100,000!" I said something to the effect of that he wasn't even trying to have a good faith discussion about it, and he insisted he was, and told me to justify why not.

So in the interests of saving my sanity and my voice, I grabbed up my food and stormed away with a "I am not getting into this with you."

I am still shaking with how angry I am. I am so fucking tired of the conservative "I've got mine, fuck you" attitude that prevails around here.

ARGH!
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Right now I'm in the "bad choices" part of my evening, where I've turned off the TV, finished my reading lists, closed tabs, and SHOULD go to bed. But...I just don' WANNA.

I am so glad Friday is nigh. This week started under pressure (still debating if I want to get my bumper fixed or not, or shrug it off as cosmetic), but now it's feeling much better. I'm treating myself to a mental health day tomorrow: I'll work from home for a few hours and then take the rest of the day off to tackle chores that have been taunting me, like cleaning off counters and doing dishes, things that I just didn't have the time/energy/spoons to do when I've been putting in 3-4 hours of work each night.

OK, better self, I will go to bed.
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Oh, sense of confidence in my ability to do my job - thank you for returning, and never leave me again!

Today at work was the first time in way too long where the list of requests to be tackled in the next development cycle all looked like tasks I could handle. I'm finally getting comfortable with this project. PHEW! Today was also the first day in a week where I didn't bring my work laptop home, and I have greatly enjoyed my time of sitting on the couch and being completely unproductive.

Well, not work productive, anyway. The Emperor and I have been listening to the audiobook of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" in the car and at bedtime, and this afternoon we pulled out the Lego Harry Potter Years 5-7 again and started up a new game.

That, plus the gorgeous fall weather, has put me in a great mood. :D
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Today was an up and down kind of day. I started working on my last assignment for this release, and just as I was feeling confident and going with the flow, I discovered in trying to adapt my code that the report that I thought was working...wasn't. So I brought my laptop home and worked on it until after 11 PM, and I think *knock on wood* that I got it this time.

Tomorrow, there will be sleeping late, puttering around, going out to dinner with a friend and a concert with OK Go. I am geekily excited about this; I haven't been to a concert with a Real Live Band in...wow. I can't even remember. I want to buy their concert T-shirt and bop along to the music and act like a goof, and not feel older than the hills as I'll probably be surrounded mainly by college students and a few friends in my age bracket.

Sunday the Emperor and I will be road-tripping to go to a kid birthday party, which means I can't stay out too late Saturday. It should be a good time, as the other mom and I are fannish friends as well.

I came across a random post today: The real sin of Sodom and Gomorrah – lack of hospitality. If the pastors had preached sermons like that when I was growing up, I might still be attending church. I'm always fascinated by the reinterpretation of Biblical stories, especially when they give me fodder to stand up to the narrow-minded bigots at my workplace.

The weather is so cool and lovely outside right now, I kind of want to open my windows and sleep cold, but my husband will freeze solid if I do so. He somewhat lacks my natural insulation.

G'night everyone!
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I completely oopsed on posting the past few days, with stuff and life and things.

So have a list of random and sundry good things!

1. Tonight's dinner was hot dogs and mac'n'cheese (one of the Emperor's favorites), with sides of canned chili and leftover fries and onion rings. I made myself a hot dog with chili, cheese, and onion rings, and it was trashily delicious.

2. At long (LONG) last, I think I've conquered this project at work that has been driving me around the bend. It involves mapping a hierarchical series of categories and items to an Excel file, with recursion to handle a variable amount of nesting. My brain is resistant to that kind of looping, so trying to get the logic to work for it has been challenging. I am so relieved to have a sample file to send off for approval.

3. I was watching a VVC streaming show the other day, and [personal profile] fan_eunice's Hoping Machine came on. From across the room, the Emperor asks "Are you watching that Harry Potter vid again?" It's been months since we've been through his playlist of favorites, and yet he can still ID the vid by a few bars of music. :D

4. My visit to the main company office has been scheduled for the second week of October, from Monday evening to Friday afternoon. It will be a great opportunity to get some face time with my team members and to enjoy a hotel room all by myself. I'll miss my sweetheart boys and dog, and I'm certain they'll really miss me. It will be a useful reminder to my husband of how much Emperor wrangling I do.

5. Festivids is coming! The anticipation is delightful; it's in the execution where I get unhinged.

6. I might actually get to bed at a reasonable time tonight - so, seeya!

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