26 July 2001
Last year: "I know I didn't see what I think I just saw. I just need to confirm that I didn't see what I think I just saw."
Chivalry is not dead.
My office is having another pointless potluck social for lunch today. Having a social event to boost morale at this point is like spitting into an inferno - or maybe putting water on a grease fire, since part of the morale problem for me is a myriad of personality conflicts.
In any case, I'm participating not because I think it will be fun, but because it gives me a company-sanctioned excuse to get away from my desk for an hour and a half. I didn't bring anything to last month's social, and discovered that I felt just the tiniest bit guilty for mooching.
But I couldn't think of anything I wanted to make last night (or at least, I couldn't think of anything we had the ingredients for, and I didn't want to run up to the store) and so I went to the store this morning to take the cheap way out: I bought a container of potato salad, and another container of carrot/raisin salad.
I'm not usually at the grocery store that early in the morning. It took me a while to realize that yes, there really was only one open line.
And there was a man there unloading a full cart. And I mean full. It looked like he hadn't been to the grocery store in months. I groaned inwardly and wondered if maybe I could get away with just picking up a bag of chips at the convenience store around the corner from where I work.
The man turned around and saw me. "Morning," he offered.
I nodded. "Morning," I agreed.
"You can go in front of me."
My hero. Or something.
The e-mail my supervisor promised to forward to me with the requested changes from our customer still isn't in my inbox. I wonder if he's waiting until they answer his questions on the two or three things that weren't clear before he gives me the whole list. If that's the case, I'll have to kill him. Most of those changes were fairly insignificant, and I could do them in about an hour... If he'd forwarded the e-mail so I knew what they were, precisely.
A little less than two weeks to vacation... Hang in there...
I've had the song Come On, Eileen stuck in my head for the past hour. Just thought I'd share that.
Karen and I sat up until about 1:30 last night on the Hall, and I'm only mildly sleepy this morning. Maybe the gods' blessings have returned.
That would be nice. Tonight is the trial combat on IRC for the play-by-email 7th Sea game, and that could run pretty long.
I was chatting with Kris on IM last night, talking about my vacation and our plan to go to dinner with her on Friday, and she left momentarily to get a drink. I waited... And waited...
And waited...
Finally, the phone rang. Matt answered it, then handed it to me.
While she had been getting her drink, the screensaver had kicked on. Kris came back and hit the spacebar, only to be confronted with a password prompt. She hadn't known the screensaver was password-protected. She tried a few standard passwords. She tried variations on them. She tried some words out of the blue. No dice, so finally, she called.
Obviously, Braz had been reading his cryptography book again and gotten just a leeeeeetle bit paranoid. And then had either forgotten to tell Kris the password, or chosen a bad moment to tell her.
"Sweetheart, are you awake?" "Mmm?" "I password-protected the screensaver. The password is filbert, okay?" "Mmm."
Word of the Day:
invidious - tending to cause discontent, animosity, or envy; envious; of an unpleasant or objectionable nature, obnoxious; of a kind to cause harm or resentment
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