Jun. 9th, 2011

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Jun. 9th, 2011 02:35 pm
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- I had a wicked hard time getting to sleep last night. To the point that a little after 2am I got up and played with my e-mail for a bit before trying again. Feh.

- So when the alarm went off, I was confused and thought I had already hit snooze enough times that if I didn't get up right then I would be late - and I jumped out of bed - and I saw that it had only just gone off for the first time. The adrenaline left as fast as it had come, and I collapsed back into bed again.

= Half an hour later, I could feel that I was right on the verge of falling over into another sleep cycle, so I forced myself to get up out of bed rather than succumb. It sucked, but it was probably - as I said on Facebook - the most important victory of the day.

+ Then I got to work not just on time, but early!, and am feeling all accomplished and stuff.

+ I seem to be of mentor-y value to a junior colleague, which is not unpleasant personally, and not un-useful professionally.

+ The meeting I went to before lunch didn't even annoy me that much. (Most meetings on this team don't, really. Certainly not compared to other meetings I've been unable to avoid.)

+ At lunch, I did errands:
  • went to the post office and mailed off the shoes I'm returning to Mr Fluevog. (Did I say? I originally got Elif in 9.5, had them send me 9 to compare, my natural size in that shoe is evidently 9.25, but whatever, I'm sending back the 9's and calling it good)
  • picked up my contact lenses and some dried mangoes at Costco. (The woman in front of me was buying a whole armload of low-cut footies and a tray of smoked salmon. Lox and socks! I couldn't resist commenting on this. She agreed it was Seussian. I told her my name is Fox, and the pair of us could barely contain ourselves. Her friend pointed out that she was also buying two avocados, but that didn't rhyme, so we didn't care.)
  • got me a salad at Potbelly, and they didn't give me a hard time about putting peanut butter in my milkshake. (It's a pain in the ass to clean the milkshake machine, and they have to clean it to within an inch of its life on account of the potential for allergies, but my feeling is, if you're not prepared to serve peanut butter, don't even have it in the store. Fortunately this time they didn't argue. ;-) )
  • and got back to the office; all this in just a shade over an hour, which, given the state of the road work on Rt 1, is nigh miraculous.
  • ... granted, it's a hundred and two degrees outside, and I could do without that, but still.


+ I think this afternoon I will finish the thing I have been working on FOREVER; all that means is I'll finally get to move on to the next thing, but dudes, FOREVER. I am already planning the e-mail I'll send notifying the team when I'm done.

dudes.

Jun. 9th, 2011 03:35 pm
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My two PIs just came into my office and said Don't Panic, But.

And it turned out they meant it - there's some buzz about reallocation so there's a chance that some (or all, I guess) of my time might be assigned to some project in addition to or other than theirs. No actual information at this time. Just a heads up.

NEVERTHELESS. I went ahead and scolded them for the medium not matching the message. :-P
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(I do not know why I am spam-posting girl today. Might have something to do with still being jittery from manner of waking up, see above.)

This conversation (abbreviated here) happened earlier:
boss A1* [coming into my office]: May I have back [book on Language B she lent me a couple of weeks ago], please? I need it for the meeting.
me: ... Actually I think T has it.
boss A1: Okay.
me: Wait, I'm sorry, you asked me about Language B. T has the book on Language P. Here you go. [handing her book on Language B]
boss A1: Thanks. On your way to the meeting, can you come by my office and help me carry a bunch of books?
me: Sure thing.

boss A1, later, in e-mail: I've left you a stack of books on my desk to bring to the meeting. They say B on them, not P. :-)
Maybe that was funnier if you were (a) me and (b) a little punch-drunk anyway.

*both bosses' initials are A, so what can you do.

AHOY DCFOLK

Jun. 9th, 2011 06:33 pm
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Sunday brunch. Columbia, MD.

Where, please? Recommendations here.

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