Because if I don't post this now, I probably won't manage to.
14:53 2014-06-29
Congratulations to Shawn for arriving at 34 years of age alive and with a lovely family. (If I've missed some horrible announcement on Facebook, I'm going to feel really really bad.)
My dad called; he's proud of my presentation. He's also given Tay and her young man his blessing (whatever that means). (The "whatever that means" was part of the blessing, not my interpretation on it.)
Work conference:
Wednesday I already talked about.
Thursday: somewhat more subdued! I arrived at a still-early hour, because traffic. I was gratified to see that umbrellas had popped up like mushrooms over the patio, overnight. Breakfast was happily shaded.
I stepped out to keep an eye out for the arriving executive, who I described as a tall thinnish white guy with a pointy nose and a wheelie bag. There are at least two such, and that guy wasn't the one.
Then I was distracted by the state of the patio. As the earth rotates, the attitude of the sun in relation to the tables and umbrellas inevitably had changed. By the time the facilities dudes arrived, the events lady and I had wrestled three out of the original six umbrellas into the best new position. The facilities dudes took care of the remaining three, and brought a seventh.
After lunch, I went to the How To Talk To Product Teams breakout, which was a helpful airing of some of the process and communications grievances, and ideas for working on it.
The closing guests were from True&Co. Their talk was delightful, but their product made me openly weep, because I'm not in their size range and I really wish they served my bra size.
Chairwoman Sparkles closed the conference and then it was all over but the cleanup. Since we wish to be allowed to use the auditorium again, we found it prudent to pre-clean so the cleaning crew would not find it entirely trashed. Which we did.
I drove back around to our buildings, dropped some things off at my cube, and then poked my head in Purple's office. Purple kindly allowed me to meep and flail for a while. Apparently I did not sound quite as pathetic as I felt. Then, traffic having died down some, I conclude that I must have gone home.
Friday: not content to just curl up in my bed all day, I went to the Skype building to participate in some user research on an adjacent offering from Microsoft. I had many things to say, but I can't talk about them. The researcher knew my Overlady from earlier days. I offered to make the attempt to introduce the researcher to the team at work who is rolling out a product, for some more in-depth research, if they wind up working things out.
The researcher had to go back to reset the room for the next session, and I wandered outside, where the afternoon shift receptionist hailed me from where he was standing around on break. One brief and surreal conversation later, he had my email address and the dates I'd next be likely to be free for coffee or something (July 4th weekend).
Work was mostly trying to get stuff done so the rest could wait until I was back from osbridge.
Open Source Bridge was a thing which happened!
Saturday: Packing. Cleaning. Picking up my new glasses from Costco. Going to bed with a sick headache, possibly due to the new glasses.
Sunday: Cleaning mostly canceled on the grounds that![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kaberett had to go straight back to the UK rather than come to SF. Packing continued.
Monday: driving. Lots of driving.
Tuesday: first day, and terrified laptop problems. Costco run. Meet Bell.
Wednesday: all the slides, presenting, and fun!
Thursday: the other two talks from my group, and buttons, and dinner. I snagged some of Kat's calamari. It was good.
Friday: sleep, unconference, and dinner. I snagged some of Kat's calamari. It was good. Arranging the transfer from Guardian to Bell.
Saturday: leisurely departure, and ALL THE DRIVING. Followed by a nap.
Sunday: Having awoken from the nap, still driving! And then home. And sleep. And my dad called! And errands! And calling Darkside, and him calling back. :) On meeting a certain geek celebrity: "Have you seen [show], where [titular character] makes an appearance?" "Ego the size of a small spaceship?" "Maybe not a small one."
Other entries:
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Monday: catching up on things at work. Purple's officemate is clearly Spiders Georg, who works in a cave in Palo Alto. (This, because ( spiders, not officemate's fault ).) Gave Purple one of the two little plain purple buttons. He did not question why he was being given a purple button, because he knew.
lololol:
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14:53 2014-06-29
Congratulations to Shawn for arriving at 34 years of age alive and with a lovely family. (If I've missed some horrible announcement on Facebook, I'm going to feel really really bad.)
My dad called; he's proud of my presentation. He's also given Tay and her young man his blessing (whatever that means). (The "whatever that means" was part of the blessing, not my interpretation on it.)
Work conference:
Wednesday I already talked about.
Thursday: somewhat more subdued! I arrived at a still-early hour, because traffic. I was gratified to see that umbrellas had popped up like mushrooms over the patio, overnight. Breakfast was happily shaded.
I stepped out to keep an eye out for the arriving executive, who I described as a tall thinnish white guy with a pointy nose and a wheelie bag. There are at least two such, and that guy wasn't the one.
Then I was distracted by the state of the patio. As the earth rotates, the attitude of the sun in relation to the tables and umbrellas inevitably had changed. By the time the facilities dudes arrived, the events lady and I had wrestled three out of the original six umbrellas into the best new position. The facilities dudes took care of the remaining three, and brought a seventh.
After lunch, I went to the How To Talk To Product Teams breakout, which was a helpful airing of some of the process and communications grievances, and ideas for working on it.
The closing guests were from True&Co. Their talk was delightful, but their product made me openly weep, because I'm not in their size range and I really wish they served my bra size.
Chairwoman Sparkles closed the conference and then it was all over but the cleanup. Since we wish to be allowed to use the auditorium again, we found it prudent to pre-clean so the cleaning crew would not find it entirely trashed. Which we did.
I drove back around to our buildings, dropped some things off at my cube, and then poked my head in Purple's office. Purple kindly allowed me to meep and flail for a while. Apparently I did not sound quite as pathetic as I felt. Then, traffic having died down some, I conclude that I must have gone home.
Friday: not content to just curl up in my bed all day, I went to the Skype building to participate in some user research on an adjacent offering from Microsoft. I had many things to say, but I can't talk about them. The researcher knew my Overlady from earlier days. I offered to make the attempt to introduce the researcher to the team at work who is rolling out a product, for some more in-depth research, if they wind up working things out.
The researcher had to go back to reset the room for the next session, and I wandered outside, where the afternoon shift receptionist hailed me from where he was standing around on break. One brief and surreal conversation later, he had my email address and the dates I'd next be likely to be free for coffee or something (July 4th weekend).
Work was mostly trying to get stuff done so the rest could wait until I was back from osbridge.
Open Source Bridge was a thing which happened!
Saturday: Packing. Cleaning. Picking up my new glasses from Costco. Going to bed with a sick headache, possibly due to the new glasses.
Sunday: Cleaning mostly canceled on the grounds that
kaberett had to go straight back to the UK rather than come to SF. Packing continued. Monday: driving. Lots of driving.
Tuesday: first day, and terrified laptop problems. Costco run. Meet Bell.
Wednesday: all the slides, presenting, and fun!
Thursday: the other two talks from my group, and buttons, and dinner. I snagged some of Kat's calamari. It was good.
Friday: sleep, unconference, and dinner. I snagged some of Kat's calamari. It was good. Arranging the transfer from Guardian to Bell.
Saturday: leisurely departure, and ALL THE DRIVING. Followed by a nap.
Sunday: Having awoken from the nap, still driving! And then home. And sleep. And my dad called! And errands! And calling Darkside, and him calling back. :) On meeting a certain geek celebrity: "Have you seen [show], where [titular character] makes an appearance?" "Ego the size of a small spaceship?" "Maybe not a small one."
Other entries:
http://kareila.dreamwidth.org/917829.html
Monday: catching up on things at work. Purple's officemate is clearly Spiders Georg, who works in a cave in Palo Alto. (This, because ( spiders, not officemate's fault ).) Gave Purple one of the two little plain purple buttons. He did not question why he was being given a purple button, because he knew.
lololol:
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over a maximum of 30 hops:
1 * General failure.
