*phew*
long, hot day on the road… it’s nice to be back.
I found a single route from my place to Dan’s… #22 will go all the way from the central term to hiatus road, and on either side, maybe six miles of bicycling.
happy to be home now… playtime with Newtie!
Going to visit Dan this morning/midafternoon.. He had knee surgery, and is going to be all alone while his Mrs. is at church.. I couldn’t rouse the hippies to go to love fest… hopefully I can meet ci and her clan some other time soon…
I’ll try and take some piccies of my first bike/bus trip.
until this afternoon, dear journal!
Oh, I forgot… this was on the eraser-board at the shop where I got my bike yesterday –
Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.
– H.G. Wells
Newt got his tarot cards read last night, and as usual with the reader, her interpretations were right on the money.
It boils down to him being healthy, but needing some reassurance, He thinks that I’m funny, he wants for me to deal with him honestly as he has done with me… … needing some motherly love….(the female represented in the Queen of Swords showed that), the king of pentacles showed that he considers me his parent, that that he knows I have to leave him when I go to work, but it’s a hard sacrifice for him sometimes.(it is for me, too.) Also that he wants more info about my comings and goings. etc…to help him understand.
I think I can do that.
welp, I got my bike… it’s a nice, comfy 7-speed (the picture shows blue, but I got a silver one), with lights in the front and back… it should last me some years. I have to go register it at the police station on monday, even though I got a nice solid lock for it, too.
I made a boo-boo, and left my chatties online while I was gone… missed seeing my sweetie… I hope to catch her later today!
I’m going to hop in the shower, and then be back, dear journal.
A man crouched there on the fire escape, looking in through the glass and lace curtain. He was a thick-featured dark man whose size identified him as Ian McCracken. The muzzle of a big black automatic was touching the glass in front of him. He had tapped the glass with it to catch my attention.
He had my attention.
A clear day! I could finally go for a little walk! I went to a nearby canal park, and roamed along the edge for a little bit
Now, fresh from the shower, I rise like the phoenix covered in steam, and I’m ready for today.
I dreamt about the wilderness near the coast last night. I think it was due to a photograph my sweetie showed me of the Lake Conoy. For some reason, I was charged with clearing an area for comfort… raking pine needles, and putting up some sort of tripod gizmo in the trees every so many yards…. I think it was to monitor wildlife (or tourists?) because they had to be hidden so that nobody would see them, but still have a clear line of sight to the sky. The dream took place during the day, but there was a soft yellow haze everywhere. Zombie Mist, again? I don’t think so. Maybe an echo of the Canada smoke I’ve been reading about lately.
Something that makes me giggle and lovey at the same time, from my beloved- is it any wonder that I’m smit by her brand of sugar?
*beso de dulce
mwah mwah mwah
oops, careful of my possum fangs
A man in the wilderness
Asked this of me,
“How many strawberries
Grow in the sea?”
I answered him
As I thought good,
“As many red herrings
As swim in the wood.”
Monster Island, pets and design, a programmable hat, and my local region for bookcrossing.
As soon as I get some labels printed up, I’m going to release Dandelion Wine and It’s Raining Frogs And Fish (I have multiple copies of each)
Where are Newt’s hind legs?
ref: on Roanoke, for a future tale (thanks to ldy for putting me onto a new information trail!)
Continue reading Lumbee Indians.
Nice long chat with my sweetie, and now bedsies. Gosh, I love her.
Sweet dreams, dear journal.
Note to self – post dreams before shower, tomorrow!
Newt’s counting coup on me… doing fly-bys, tagging me, and running on. That’s how he goads me into playing “Chase the orange monkey-cat”
So now it’s time for me to barrel through the apartment, going wooga-wooga-wooga, and chasing the little boy, until he stands his ground… then he can chase me.
*pursuit!*
It’s nice to have my brother so nearby.
Thinking about the late 90’s… 99? the scent of old cigarettes on my shirt… spilled beer. I’m glad I don’t work at SG anymore. I think it’s officially closed down now, since last summer. I remember when they lost their liquor license, but continued to be open, with a “BYOB” policy, and just served soft drinks.
Only real test there was the test of will to get a better job, instead of staying someplace where it was easy to slack off.
Just got an email from a menstrualhut member who was upset about being chewed out by another user for posting an off-topic request for a lj-code. I let her know that I was sorry she was disrespected, but to please keep the posts on-topic. it got pretty ugly… folks calling one another “idiot”, “bitch”, “cunt” and “rag-whore” before I could get on top of it. I may need to make a general post to the community, and request that people keep a little respect for one another. I’m still pleased that I only have to deal with that sort of nonsense once in a blue moon.
I’m way behind on reading my fellow-journalists. either that, or I miss seeing some posts when they happen. Lately a few entries have slipped past, and I’ve only seen them when they’ve been referred to elsewhere.
Meeting with Bonbon today to establish exactly why she’s *still* abandoned the log program in favor of paper routines. She’s given different excuses to me and to Kev.
To me… “If I can’t run it on all the machines, I’ll just use the paper logs.” (One of the machines is stand-alone, and won’t support outside software on it.. it’s been installed on three other workstations throughout the room. she can take literally four steps to the other machine and enter her log from there. Even if that was the case, it doesn’t explain why she doesn’t use it on the other machines… and the software is in place to keep track of inventory, so we know how much has been printed, what to charge our client, and when to order more supplies.
To Kevin “It doesn’t do everything I want it to do” (Claiming it doesn’t have features she needs) If that’s the case, why did she tell me, the guy who *asked* every day as I was writing it “What features would you like? Any Reports you want to see? Any special things you’d like on the layout?” and then went on to cite examples and offer suggestions.
So, today, we’re both going to sit down with her and find out what we can do to make her use the program, and if it requires more features. I think that she’s going to putt some features out of her backside, wait the day or whatever for me to implement them, and then continue to ignore any new software that comes her way. If (when) that happens, she’s going to be in a world of trouble with Kev, and I’ll be annoyed because that’ll be my time that’s been wasted. We need to ask her directly and together why she’s not using it, and tell her that the paper logs will be *gone* either Today (if no upgrades are needed) or a week from the final program launch (to allow for bug-killing and education of the staff). The paper logs should never return.
She’s setting up a power vacuum over there… Has both of her sons working in the room with her. She thinks that if she leaves, she’ll take her boys with her and hose the company, or worse, leave her boys there, and hose the company from the inside.
That won’t happen… We’ll just pay the other folks overtime until we get good replacements for them all… we have decent redundant systems in place. I’m glad that I’m not her immediate supervisor… she answers pretty directly to Big Bird. If BB can’t handle it, Kevin will deal with things properly.
I’m not looking forward to the meeting, but I’ll be happy once a resolution is in place. Internal support can sometimes be more difficult than writing software for an outside client.
We’re tested all the time. Some tests are more challenging than others…tests of skill… authority, knowledge, faith, adaptability, trust…probably quite a few more that I’ve not put my finger on yet.
I wonder if people who suffer from test anxiety in school also suffer from test anxiety from those that the world throws at us?
Even though I’m very fortunate in that most of the tests I’ve had to deal with are usually challenging, but not so difficult that they can’t be overcome. I’ve had quite a few take me right to the edge, though, and I can certainly think of a couple that I’d rather not take again.
note to self, post about some of the more interesting or challenging tests.
I’d like to see this take off as a meme, folks posting in their journals about a particular test they had to deal with…(and lazy me would like folks to post a link here if they do…so I can read ’em all!)