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So say all but six of us.
Sep. 11th, 2014 02:18 am11:14 Wednesday, 10 September, 2014
So far as I know, there is no viable user-facing tool which tells a regular worker at my workplace who the manager of a particular person had been, after that person has left.
01:32 Thursday, 11 September, 2014
Guest speaker day!
Had a slightly contentious conversation with someone from helpdesk (I suspect that he's a goon from the helpdesk software place, not an actual internal helpdesk worker) about the behavior of the This Shit Got CC:ed To Me sub-tab. I say sub-tab, because it's a tab within a tab, and my tolerance for whatever fancy-ass website shenanigans they have going on all up in that bad boy is dropping by the day. This is the horrible fucking front end they've got put on it all special-like for us.
First I had to argue him out of his misconception that the page refreshed when you clicked the CC: tab. It does not. I explained steps to prove that it did not (steps which I had already included in the ticket). "Do you have dev server access?" he asked me hopefully. I did not. He went and did the thing and came back to explain to me that no actually, the contents of the CC: tab were cached until you refreshed the page. WHICH WAS THE POINT WHICH I WAS TRYING TO CONVEY TO HIM.
I explained that my demand was that clicking on the CC: tab should refresh the goddamn contents of the page like any sensible fucking designer would do. He had further questions, but those had to be put on hold until later as I had "a 4pm meeting".
In the gym. With a few hundred other co-workers, some of whom were in full BSG flight suits. I queued up for refreshments, and spotted my friend the admin who'd been on the other end of the lab shenanigans, who spotted me. He came over and gave me a hug and asked whether I was the one who'd left chocolate on his desk. Indeed I was. ( Read more... )
There was no time for the second audience question after that, but that was a deeply satisfying story. Mr. Sub-tle wrapped him up, and we gave him a standing ovation.
Mr. Sub-tle made some administrative announcements, and then Mr. Olmos had a few last words. If you have never been part of a crowd caught up by strong emotion, it is quite a thing. "So say we all!" he concluded.
"So say we all!" we chanted back.
"So say we all!" he called.
"So say we all!"
"SO SAY WE ALL!"
"SO SAY WE ALL!!!!!"
Mr. Sub-tle called the backstage pass people together, and we began streaming out the door. All throughout, I had been wondering if there were a better recipient. It wasn't that I was opposed to participating in the meet-and-greet, but I figured if there were someone who would appreciate it more, then it should go to them.
It so happened that one of our former teammates had come along with his wife (currently on staff in another department) to this. He is one of the guys for whom the "no major workplace events during a geek magnet special event" rule had been put in place. And he was watching the trail of backstage people wistfully. I knew what I had to do.
Later, Rocky stopped by my cube and told me that it was really nice what I'd done; someone else had been one of the aisle people and had given their button to Rocky's daughter, who got to go back as well. Yay! We had a great chat about classic SF (in which I avoided saying "I just love Dick!") and drinking from the flamethrower (about a work product, the new helpdesk software, and LJ).
Since I have to see Blade Runner fairly soon to renew my geek card *grin*, I knew I'd need to get the current top of my stack popped. So I settled down with the laundry that needed sorting and popped Donnie Darko into the DVD player. That is a weird movie, yep. I am sure that Purple will tease me for taking three months to watch it. I will point out that it is not quite three.
So far as I know, there is no viable user-facing tool which tells a regular worker at my workplace who the manager of a particular person had been, after that person has left.
01:32 Thursday, 11 September, 2014
Guest speaker day!
Had a slightly contentious conversation with someone from helpdesk (I suspect that he's a goon from the helpdesk software place, not an actual internal helpdesk worker) about the behavior of the This Shit Got CC:ed To Me sub-tab. I say sub-tab, because it's a tab within a tab, and my tolerance for whatever fancy-ass website shenanigans they have going on all up in that bad boy is dropping by the day. This is the horrible fucking front end they've got put on it all special-like for us.
First I had to argue him out of his misconception that the page refreshed when you clicked the CC: tab. It does not. I explained steps to prove that it did not (steps which I had already included in the ticket). "Do you have dev server access?" he asked me hopefully. I did not. He went and did the thing and came back to explain to me that no actually, the contents of the CC: tab were cached until you refreshed the page. WHICH WAS THE POINT WHICH I WAS TRYING TO CONVEY TO HIM.
I explained that my demand was that clicking on the CC: tab should refresh the goddamn contents of the page like any sensible fucking designer would do. He had further questions, but those had to be put on hold until later as I had "a 4pm meeting".
In the gym. With a few hundred other co-workers, some of whom were in full BSG flight suits. I queued up for refreshments, and spotted my friend the admin who'd been on the other end of the lab shenanigans, who spotted me. He came over and gave me a hug and asked whether I was the one who'd left chocolate on his desk. Indeed I was. ( Read more... )
There was no time for the second audience question after that, but that was a deeply satisfying story. Mr. Sub-tle wrapped him up, and we gave him a standing ovation.
Mr. Sub-tle made some administrative announcements, and then Mr. Olmos had a few last words. If you have never been part of a crowd caught up by strong emotion, it is quite a thing. "So say we all!" he concluded.
"So say we all!" we chanted back.
"So say we all!" he called.
"So say we all!"
"SO SAY WE ALL!"
"SO SAY WE ALL!!!!!"
Mr. Sub-tle called the backstage pass people together, and we began streaming out the door. All throughout, I had been wondering if there were a better recipient. It wasn't that I was opposed to participating in the meet-and-greet, but I figured if there were someone who would appreciate it more, then it should go to them.
It so happened that one of our former teammates had come along with his wife (currently on staff in another department) to this. He is one of the guys for whom the "no major workplace events during a geek magnet special event" rule had been put in place. And he was watching the trail of backstage people wistfully. I knew what I had to do.
Later, Rocky stopped by my cube and told me that it was really nice what I'd done; someone else had been one of the aisle people and had given their button to Rocky's daughter, who got to go back as well. Yay! We had a great chat about classic SF (in which I avoided saying "I just love Dick!") and drinking from the flamethrower (about a work product, the new helpdesk software, and LJ).
Since I have to see Blade Runner fairly soon to renew my geek card *grin*, I knew I'd need to get the current top of my stack popped. So I settled down with the laundry that needed sorting and popped Donnie Darko into the DVD player. That is a weird movie, yep. I am sure that Purple will tease me for taking three months to watch it. I will point out that it is not quite three.
