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annathepiperI would have posted this yesterday, except I was mostly spazzing yesterday, due to having a general pisser of a day that started off with my oversleeping. Something was wrong, I knew, when I woke up and found that it was rather lighter in the room than it should have been. "HOLY CRAP," I thought, "what time is it?" The answer to this question turned out to be 'approximately 8:20am'.
Upon reflection I realized that I'd mis-set the alarm the night before. I remember resetting the alarm from 7:19 back to 7:00, but I'd left it in 'set the alarm' mode, and I sleepily reached over to fix that and wound up putting it back in 'clock without alarm' mode rather than 'clock with alarm'. Doh.
So I had to drive in. Which turned out to be the third time I'd driven anywhere since breaking my arm, and the first significant amount of driving I've done--the first two times were just down the hill from our house to the U Village shopping center.
Work then proceeded to be a series of relatively small annoyances, mostly involving automation scripts not doing what they were supposed to be doing and my not knowing why, which was vexing. Trying to ferret out those problems was time-consuming. Plus, I had about twelve things to do in general, and I had to do them all at once.
Also, my lead decided he was going to overhaul certain sets of my BVTs. This was all well and good, except for some reason now one set of them is causing the damned automation controller to crash when I start running the tests. I don't know why yet, and I don't know how long it's going to be before we get this resolved, but I hope it's quick. Sigh.
Wound up staying at work until 6pm because I had to re-run a bunch of tests which had failed due to my test servers being mis-configured, due to the aforementioned failures of automation scripts intended to set them up. And by the time I finally got out of work, it was nine kinds of windy out.
And I got to drive home right in the middle of 520 rush hour. Goody. I'd forgotten exactly how annoying that is, especially the endless, queasy-making stop-start-stop-start of it all. And moreover, I'd forgotten the nauseating way that the 520 floating bridge rocks back and forth in a high wind. I'm always a little phobic about bridges... just because I'm not much of a swimmer, and I have this clear memory of being in sixth grade going on a band field trip to Kings Island and somebody on the bus talking about getting teased about the bus going off of a bridge. When you're just a tiny bit bridge-phobic, and taking your car on your first significant drive after recovering from a major accident, that's really not the way you want your drive to be going.
By the time I got home I was feeling shaky, and my ankle was a little cranky just because of all the stopping and starting and not having done anything like that in six months.
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solarbird a lot after that because she was having a bad night too... but at least things improved later on during the evening, and we discussed new house prospects.
And I played around with "The Witch of the Westmereland" on the guitar. Heather Alexander does it in C, but I think that's just a touch too low for my range so I've been doing it in D, and trying to figure out how to strum the way I want AND sing the lyrics at the same time. Like Great Big Sea's "Goin' Up", this song seems to have the lyrics and the strum pattern syncopated off from each other, so I seem to need to get into this sort of zen state to pull off even the few bits of it I can do so far. It works best if I think about mostly singing the song and trusting my hands to know what they're doing as I strum--it helps that the chord pattern is simple and repetitive. But it's also a bit more complicated a rhythm than I'm used to strumming.
Upon reflection I realized that I'd mis-set the alarm the night before. I remember resetting the alarm from 7:19 back to 7:00, but I'd left it in 'set the alarm' mode, and I sleepily reached over to fix that and wound up putting it back in 'clock without alarm' mode rather than 'clock with alarm'. Doh.
So I had to drive in. Which turned out to be the third time I'd driven anywhere since breaking my arm, and the first significant amount of driving I've done--the first two times were just down the hill from our house to the U Village shopping center.
Work then proceeded to be a series of relatively small annoyances, mostly involving automation scripts not doing what they were supposed to be doing and my not knowing why, which was vexing. Trying to ferret out those problems was time-consuming. Plus, I had about twelve things to do in general, and I had to do them all at once.
Also, my lead decided he was going to overhaul certain sets of my BVTs. This was all well and good, except for some reason now one set of them is causing the damned automation controller to crash when I start running the tests. I don't know why yet, and I don't know how long it's going to be before we get this resolved, but I hope it's quick. Sigh.
Wound up staying at work until 6pm because I had to re-run a bunch of tests which had failed due to my test servers being mis-configured, due to the aforementioned failures of automation scripts intended to set them up. And by the time I finally got out of work, it was nine kinds of windy out.
And I got to drive home right in the middle of 520 rush hour. Goody. I'd forgotten exactly how annoying that is, especially the endless, queasy-making stop-start-stop-start of it all. And moreover, I'd forgotten the nauseating way that the 520 floating bridge rocks back and forth in a high wind. I'm always a little phobic about bridges... just because I'm not much of a swimmer, and I have this clear memory of being in sixth grade going on a band field trip to Kings Island and somebody on the bus talking about getting teased about the bus going off of a bridge. When you're just a tiny bit bridge-phobic, and taking your car on your first significant drive after recovering from a major accident, that's really not the way you want your drive to be going.
By the time I got home I was feeling shaky, and my ankle was a little cranky just because of all the stopping and starting and not having done anything like that in six months.
Wound up hugging
solarbird a lot after that because she was having a bad night too... but at least things improved later on during the evening, and we discussed new house prospects.And I played around with "The Witch of the Westmereland" on the guitar. Heather Alexander does it in C, but I think that's just a touch too low for my range so I've been doing it in D, and trying to figure out how to strum the way I want AND sing the lyrics at the same time. Like Great Big Sea's "Goin' Up", this song seems to have the lyrics and the strum pattern syncopated off from each other, so I seem to need to get into this sort of zen state to pull off even the few bits of it I can do so far. It works best if I think about mostly singing the song and trusting my hands to know what they're doing as I strum--it helps that the chord pattern is simple and repetitive. But it's also a bit more complicated a rhythm than I'm used to strumming.
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Date: 2004-01-31 04:44 am (UTC)Meeting her for 15 seconds hardly even qualifies as "barely knowing her", but when i get stuck in my own crap i try and remember two things:
1) merely having lived to tell the tale puts me in the winner's circle
2) living well is the best revenge.
Hang in there.
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Date: 2004-01-31 02:31 pm (UTC)