Tuesday, March 26, 2013
9: late start today, nasty headache on waking. Not sure why. Thought I’d sleep another hour, slept right through that second alarm for an extra hour on top. Got to work at 9, rather than the 7 I’ve been doing. Had to park in the other parking lot, the horror!
10: One way to wake up: Chile Limon Dinamita doritos…spicy! Eating them with chopsticks, since, um, I have a pair available. Makes for a challenge, and also limits how many I’m gonna eat (4), since it’s a pain to be able to grab those rolled tortilla chips out of the bag. Last week, I did this with Whoppers. That was fun.
and-more/ if you’re wondering what the heck I’m talking about when I say “rolled tortilla chips”. The review is pretty negative, but I’m a fan of this item, in controlled doses.
11: On hold with tech support. I think I prefer generic elevator muzak to this relentlessly cheery hype job (advertisement) for the hospital group I’m working for. “On hold” and “happy” are mutually exclusive concepts.
12: Need lunch. Oddly feel guilty for stepping out to grab something a mere three hours after arriving. Thinking back to previous employment, where I routinely used to arrive 9ish, and eat at 1130ish. Never felt guilty then. Well, almost never.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Not in my world, mind you, it's just a phrase I used in responding to another sparker's blog, and I thought it was a cool euphemism (figure it out) so I thought I'd share.
Had a good day today, despite not still having access to everything I need. Am getting a new work laptop, because there's something amiss with the one I received last week making it impossible to use the main piece of software I need to use.
Dragging a bit towards the end of the day, tired from making the call to go see Novembers Doom and Anneke van Giersbergen in concert last night. Don't regret that a bit, they put on a fantastic acoustic show. Novembers Doom, as a (bet you didn't see this coming) doom metal band already had a few slower pieces in their arsenal, and did a good job toning down others of their songs for the acoustic setting.
Anneke...well, let me put it this way. You know how a lot of us have that one actor or musician or whatever that we kinda sorta have a crush on? She was it for me back in the late 90s, anyway. I hadn't listened to much of her work in the past decade, but seeing her 10-12 feet away, speaking in that Dutch accent, singing with that incredible voice, interacting so darn adorably with the crowd, it was like I was 20 years old again, looking for any scrap of info I could find about her on the internet. So, yeah, that was awesome.
Highlights of the evening included Novembers Doom doing Twilight Innocence with the inspiration for the song, vocalist Paul Kuhr's daughter, hanging out at her father's elbow,
Paul and Larry joining Anneke for a moving version of What Could Have Been
And she even went back to her The Gathering days for a take on Locked Away.
The first couple are the original songs, the last one is Anneke solo, from a different show. Sadly, my phone's battery gave out too early in the evening to capture any video. There were definitely a bunch cell phones out, taping songs, so I'm hoping some of that shows up on youtube soon.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
A Hot Pockets for 20 cents is a steal any day of the week. Not that I’ve had a Hot Pockets in a long time, maybe since I saw comedian Jim Gaffigan riffing on those things as pop tarts stuffed with nasty meat.
It’s just that Whoviangirl23 was on the verge of talking about glittery pink unicorns in her latest blog, and that sent my mind off on a Russian unicorn tangent, and gave me a pang, thinking of my dear friends Matt and Rene’, who claim this Bad Lip Reading version of a Michael Buble track as ‘their song’, because they’re awesome like that.
If you’ve got 4 and a half minutes to spare, go check this out right now, you won’t be sorry!
To swerve directions a bit, I’m marveling a little bit at my change in fortunes over the past month and change, from being unable to get barely any response to resumes sent to jobs offering modest wages, to getting this opportunity at making a very decent number. Tuesday night, I had dinner with fellow employees of the company I was hired by, including a couple of manager types. One of the latter mentioned how he was presented my name as the person being hired for the position, and having to ask who I was. I told him it was just as funny from my perspective, filling out an application for the company after having already signed an employment agreement.
Yeah, I’m lucky to have landed here, I know that. I feel, in some sense, undeserving. Actually, in a lot of senses. But…while I’m here, might as well make the best of the chance, right? Make an after the fact justification, or something like that, so to speak.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Green Carnation’s “Lullaby in Winter” providing the title of this missive, in honor of the first day of spring. Apparently, Mother Nature didn’t get the memo, and the high temp where I am is supposed to be in the 20s, not the high 40s spring promises, and certainly not the 82 degrees Chicago experienced on the first day of spring in the year 2012. Honestly, I would be very amused if the high temp ended up being 28, the transposition of the digits acting as another sign of nature’s warped sense of humor. But apparently, the temps will fall well short of that, topping out at 25.
Weigh in crept up another pound. Still below the mid January starting point of this blc round, but also up 6 lbs from the number I saw on the scale on February 17. In other words, not a good month. Still settling in to the new routine, not eating well, and not exercising consistently. That will improve. Question, as always, is “when”? And yes, I know the answer is, “when you decide to make it happen.” As routine helps make those decisions easier, hoping that translates to sooner rather than later.
And, at some point in the 6 hours since I scribbled out the thoughts above, I’ve been granted access to the system I’m going to work on. Time to get to work! Well, after I take the quiz that will grant me access to the software I’ll be working with, that is. Baby steps.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Saw an example of this at the airport Sunday afternoon, a guy in a line for higher status frequent fliers bullying his way past a guy who was first in line before an available Delta counter person, only for a tech to step in and shut down that particular station because the scale was misbehaving. The person he shoved aside, and one other person besides ended up getting served before the fuming bully boy finally got his bag checked in. I passed by that guy en route to my gate after getting through security, and if I read the info correctly, he still had a half hour to wait before boarding, so I’m not sure what his malfunction was (plumbing, perhaps?). But I enjoyed a little chuckle at his expense. That hasn’t come back to bite me yet, but if it does, I suppose I’ll just accept that token of the universe’s sense of humor and move on.
Listening this afternoon to the Fade to Bluegrass albums by a band called Iron Horse, who put a twangy twist on Metallica music. Amusing myself by trying to line up the music streaming via spotify to the Metallica tracks I have ripped to my computer. As I was expecting, it doesn’t work perfectly because the bluegrassers are operating at a different tempo than the thrashers (most of the time). Besides that, I’m hopping up on caffeine in an attempt to stay awake going back over documents I’ve stared at before. Still don’t have access to the system here, making me feel a bit useless. Hovering over teammates’ shoulders seems intrusive as they are struggling with a new system that was set up a) differently from the training material suggested it would be and b) before the help desk types knew what they were talking about. A little bit of the blind leading the blind going on. And then there’s me, with my hands tied behind my back (re: the lack of access).
The above was written about 1 PM, and now it’s just past 4 pm, and slight movement has occurred, a little dodge affording me a glimpse of what I’ll get to play with eventually. So I feel less useless. I did also pop out for a spot of lunch in the intervening hours, which may also play some small role in chippering up the old outlook. That said, my brain is hurting a bit with trying to dredge up all the long past deposited knowledges and memories I used to know. Not in any physical, I have a headache sense, but more in a, “dagnabit, I KNOW where it is, I used that setting often, why can’t I remember where it lives?” with far more colorful, yet still silent language, as after all I’m still at the workplace. By now, I’ve gone back to the source, and am listening to Metallica proper (defined in my book as pre-black album material, though the self-titled effort is deemed acceptable). Back I go to dive into the system and play at teasing out the mighty thinks that once roamed my brainplains!
title inspiration from John Lennon: www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3qvo
Iron Horse's version of my fave Metallica song, "Welcome Home (Sanitarium)"
And Metallica's original Sanitarium for comparison
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