Work. It’s what I do. It’s what brought about that “Office Monkey” thing (that’s a LONG story. Okay, a reasonably short one, but still.). I work in an Office, so it makes sense to me, okay, bub?
Let’s rewind a year. My wife’s first published book is in editing. We discuss her need for a professional author’s website. I take a look at what I’m paying for Windows hosting with Arvixe, and think about how irritating it’s been and how many things I can’t control, and how their service has been
In the process of updating my résumé, I realized that in this increasingly Facebook-social-networking time, people might very well take the presence of a personal domain in the email address of an applicant as an invitation to look at their life. Go ahead. Feel free. I mostly write about my cats, it seems, and I
Passing a bus on a highway is easy. Trying to pass a bus before you get to a particular exit can be more challenging. The vending machine supply company has caught on. We now have two full rows of chocolate-frosted Hostess Donettes in our vending machine. The one half-row sold out every week. The generic
Yesterday, I had a problem to solve. I didn’t want to stay at work until 9pm, waiting for another team’s process to publish a file. (Grossly simplified, but you get the idea). I also didn’t want to log in from home at 9pm in order to wait for it to happen (I did that the
Hello, Toby. =]
So after a coworker came in today to tell me how dreadful this year’s budget for raises and bonuses is, my lead followed me out of the standup meeting where I had just given him a hard time to tell me he wanted to finish one review before the end of the day. Mind you,
Partially as a learning exercise, and partially because I’m a money grubbing greedy bastard, I’m trying to come up with a clever extension to Microsoft Windows Home Server. Unfortunately, I already had pretty much everything I needed on the base installation; I had originally installed it purely to have a system I could hook up
(Hey, Abigail, shouldn’t that be lower-case-t-the?) I am slowly losing my mind. For all of you who were previously convinced that I had lost my mind long ago, I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news. First, the happy stuff: For our one year wedding anniversary, Mandrina and I had chaos with a
Bad: Your intern’s final code reviews are so bad it drives you drink. Good: The gentleman in the office next to yours has a bottle of ten year old Talisker. Sad: You still have to prepare a presentation for Monday. Yum. Talisker.
I get rather alarmed at work when I’m told that someone’s idiocy is to be expected, as they’re: new, young, inexperienced, poorly trained, etc. I just expect better. On the other hand, every so often I run across something truly brilliant, and feel humbled (Any book by Don Box). Today, I ran across “Duff’s Device.”