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Java jive

How many types of coffee do we need at work? The question is not just rhetorical. We recently have gone from four different types to five, and not only are…

Praise to thee, O Coffee!How many types of coffee do we need at work?

The question is not just rhetorical. We recently have gone from four different types to five, and not only are we running out of drawers to store it, it’s taking up a whomping amount of counter space?

Costa Rican. Vanilla Nut (that’s me). French Roast (use 1.5 bags). Euro Blend. Euro Blend Decaf.

(I’ve never quite understood drinking decaf coffee. I mean, nobody actually enjoys the taste of coffee, right? It’s just a caffeine vector, a socially more acceptible way of perking up than slamming back a couple of No-Doz first thing in the a.m. The best you can hope for from coffee is that it doesn’t taste bad. So … what’s up with decaf?)

Are coffee tastes so varies that, Starbucks-like, we need four types of caffeinated coffee? I mean, there are a lot of places where folks have two types — leaded and non- (and the taste of each makes the nomenclature not all that much of a joke). I can see, if you want to get extravagant, having a light roast and a dark roast (though sufficient use of sugar and cream can resolve that, too, in a pinch).

It’s just an odd extravagance in a company that is notoriously tight-assed thrifty about overhead expenditures.

Heck, we get half-n-half in the fridge, rather than being subjected to the indignities of Ersatz Oil-Based Coffee “Creamer” Substitutes.

Not complaining about that one.

On a couple of occasions in the past, I visited our Dublin office. Where they have … the Tea Lady.

Veddy European. You can have tea … but when we say so. And you can impose on someone else to make it for you. And we can employ an extra person that way.

On the other hand, it taught me that communal stirring spoons, rather than little plastic stir sticks, are the way to go.

No point here, mind you. Just ruminations on what gets me through the day.

Why I hate the analog world

So for about the last month, I’ve been using a steno pad to keep my daily to-do list. Yeah, I know — I have a to-do list on my Palm,…

So for about the last month, I’ve been using a steno pad to keep my daily to-do list.

Yeah, I know — I have a to-do list on my Palm, and in Outlook, and they sync, and everything’s cool, so why aren’t I using that?

Because I can scribble notes a lot faster in a steno pad, outlining and arrowing relationships and just plain doodling, than I can in an electronic to-do list. That might be training, but I’ve been doing this for a while. I’ve never managed to keep an electronic to-do list for very long.

The biggest problem I have is that an analog item, like, for example, a steno pad, only exists in one place at a time. It doesn’t get backed up. It can be left places — say, for example, on the breakfast table at home because I went home early yesterday and did some work from there and was too muzzyheaded-sleepy to spot it and pack it up with my laptop when I was heading for work this morning.

For example.

Rrg.

TWTPMTBB

Anatomy of a work day: Boss Man calls. Some internal reorg going on which should take care of some organizational inefficiencies, increase my responsibilities, and make everything much better. Huzzah!…

Anatomy of a work day:

  1. Boss Man calls. Some internal reorg going on which should take care of some organizational inefficiencies, increase my responsibilities, and make everything much better. Huzzah!
  2. Boss Man calls. Someone is doing a big presentation to the CIO, on a subject area that (through me) Boss Man is in charge of — and Boss Man doesn’t know about it. Oops. Scramble around. Yeah, one of Boss Man’s peers has done an end run, with innocent assistance from some of my people. Oops.

  3. IT Manager at Another Office calls. HR problem with one of my staff. Again. Still. Some more. Spend much time on phone with Boss Man and other supporting cast. Problem left unresolved at COB.

Wonder how today will go?

Multimeme

It’s been a long week ……

It’s been a long week …

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Potpourri for $200, Alex

Various doings in my life … New Boss came to town for a couple of days. A good, relatively relaxed meeting. Nothing major to hit, just a chance to get…

Various doings in my life …

  • New Boss came to town for a couple of days. A good, relatively relaxed meeting. Nothing major to hit, just a chance to get some face time. Since 2 of his 5 direct reports are back in Pasadena with him, he’s aware that those of us in the hinterlands need more attention.

    He also talked about my doing some more traveling to visit both offices where my directs are, and offices of other peer managers in the organization, to see how things are going and to make sure that they’re aware of the services we provide. First the US, then Europe. Hmmmm.

  • Dinner (with the Boss Man and Margie) at The Fort on Monday night. As always, good food, good service, good view, huge bill.

  • It being Holy Week, Margie and I are doing a couple of evening churchy things. Last night I was down at the church doing readings for the Tenebrae service they were holding. And, it being Holy Week, it was all roundly depressing (anything that starts out with three readings from Lamentations tends to be that way), hurtling toward Good Friday, with that glimmer-through-the-keyhole light of Easter just visible enough to give one hope.

    Tonight it’s Margie’s turn, as she does chalice ministry for a Maundy Thursday service (complete with foot washing).

    The “bright side” to Holy Week is that I get tomorrow off (having worked the extra hours last week).

  • Got some sort of cold — scratchy throat, lots of congestion. Been sucking zinc lozenges since last night. Actually slept pretty well, which is a good sign.

  • Even as we get ready for Easter dinner at our house, with a host of guests (so to speak), we’re also getting things prepped for Margie’s gall bladder surgery on Monday. Jackie will be watching after Kitten much of the day, whilst I pace frantically and chain smoke (at least metaphorically) in the waiting room. If all goes well, I should be taking her home that evening. She’ll be pretty much out of commission for the week, so I’ll be staying home with her through Wednesday; her mom is flying out Wednesday night. Gonna be a long week.

And that’s what’s new with me.

Taxing times

It’s This-or-That Tuesday, this week with taxy goodness!…

It’s This-or-That Tuesday, this week with taxy goodness!

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You mean I have to work?

Boss is in the office today. Expect little more blogging until this evening at the earliest….

Boss is in the office today. Expect little more blogging until this evening at the earliest.

Busy? Hah! I gotcher busy right here

Holy Moley. Yeah, I’m still alive, but, yeesh, we suddenly went from hectic and harried to Utterly Saturated. Friday, long working day for me (to make up for the “day…

Holy Moley.

Yeah, I’m still alive, but, yeesh, we suddenly went from hectic and harried to Utterly Saturated.

Friday, long working day for me (to make up for the “day off” on Good Friday). No game that night, but we managed to fill up the time, somehow.

The big focus of the weekend was the Seder dinner we were having down at the church, which Margie [was] volunteered to take the lead in cooking. Nineteen briskits, marinated and cooked and all of them sliced (by yours truly), chicken soup by the unliftable barrels full, all a big success, but a huge chunk o’ time.

Played Pulp Adventures Saturday evening … which turned into not getting to be until 1, which turned into me getting up at 6 or so with Kitten.

We got home from the (wildly successful and quite tasty) Seder dinner last night around 9ish, put Kitten down, and that’s when Dave realized he really needed to do taxes.

Which started, of course, with (a) finding last year’s hardcopy taxes, (b) finding all the various check registers, and (c) sifting through all the paperwork. Got finished with a first pass, and up to bed around 1 again — albeit with a smile on my face, as Uncle Sam owes us money.

Today my boss flies into town. Which means dinner out tonight, and two days pretty much shot. Tomorrow night I’ve got a meeting to go to, Wednesday and Thursday nights we’re assisting with various Holy Week services, and then, of course, we’re having folks over for dinner for Easter.

The day after which, Margie goes in for gall bladder surgery. Her mom’s flying out Wednesday night to help with the convalescence and child care, but (a) that leaves me on that duty Tuesday (Jackie’s looking after Kitten, at least, most of Monday), and (b) that means we have to get the guest room cleaned up.

And then the following Saturday we’re having other folks over for dinner.

And then …

Well, somewhere in there, I think I need to probably sleep a little. Don’t know where, don’t know when, but, as I said, yeesh.

And the maddening part is, it’s not like any of this is Bad Stuff. It’s all (with the exception of the gall bladder, and the taxes) stuff we want to do. Just … maybe … not so much at once.

Things slow down real soon, right?

Now it can be told

One of the things I missed on my e-mail was some early notification of this. Which is a much finer and positive thing than the terseness of it sounds. Leave…

Huzzah for the BearOne of the things I missed on my e-mail was some early notification of this. Which is a much finer and positive thing than the terseness of it sounds.

Leave a congratulatory comment there, whydon’tcha?

What to do in Denver when you’re powerless

Nothing like walking into work at 6 a.m. to find the power is off. Especially if you’re an IT person whose job really relies upon … well, electrical devices. So,…

Nothing like walking into work at 6 a.m. to find the power is off. Especially if you’re an IT person whose job really relies upon … well, electrical devices.

So, what to do, what to do, during the three hour black-out we had in our building.

  1. Bring all my page-a-day calendars up to date.
  2. Use the last of the hot water in the coffee machine to pour a cup of tea.
  3. Call the building management to make sure they know that the power is out. (They do.) Call the corporate Help Desk to have an event ticket issued.
  4. Clean my desk off. Throw away most of the paper, file some stuff, make some new stacks. Dust.
  5. Build the Bionicle I got at the Disney World Lego shop last December. Cool.
  6. Wash my coffee mugs. Long overdue.
  7. Listen to the beeping of the various UPCs over in the IT corral.
  8. Field a couple of calls to the Help Desk before the phone system shuts itself down.
  9. Take some quotations I had from various page-a-day calendars and type them into my Palm.
  10. Read trade journals. Fortunately, I have a sunny office.

Power’s back up now. Hey, I can blog about this!

Home again, home again

Well, the trip went … interestingly. No big HR decisions were made — which is either good news, or bad news, or both, depending on your perspective. Despite the war,…

Well, the trip went … interestingly. No big HR decisions were made — which is either good news, or bad news, or both, depending on your perspective.

Despite the war, there were no significant changes in security at the airport. They’re back to checking trunks if you’re parking in the parking structure at DIA, but both at Denver and Houston I was told that I didn’t need my photo ID at boarding, so there you go.

Not fun

At all….

At all.

Art reflects life

Especially on the pages of Dilbert….

Especially on the pages of Dilbert.

Weekend Update … and Beyond!

Actually, it was a rather sedate weekend. I did very few of the things that required doing, and instead goofed off (in that zany, crazy, devil-may-care way that Margie and…

Actually, it was a rather sedate weekend. I did very few of the things that required doing, and instead goofed off (in that zany, crazy, devil-may-care way that Margie and I do — surfing the Internet and playing computer games).

Last night played Oriental Adventures after too long of a hiatus. Shishiko kicked butt, natch, even if she did get rained on too much.

Slept poorly, which is unfortunately, since today I get to drive the airport, fly off to Houston, and spend tomorrow in Houston meeting with Many People on Diverse Subjects I’d Rather Not Be Discussing. The trip to the airport is not being enhanced by the prediction of a couple of inches of snow today.

I get back tomorrow afternoon in time to race home, then head down to the church for the Vestry meeting. Yipee-skipee.

Bleah. Gonna be one of those weeks.

On the road again

Briefly, at least. I’m in the beeyooteeful Philadelphia area (in Conshohocken, in point of fact) with my boss, meeting with one of my reports, to discuss various projects, directions, etc….

Briefly, at least.

I’m in the beeyooteeful Philadelphia area (in Conshohocken, in point of fact) with my boss, meeting with one of my reports, to discuss various projects, directions, etc. etc. etc.

Travel was okay, no real problems, aside from a display board that said my boss’ plane landed about 15 minutes before he really did, which, since I couldn’t go through security to his gate, was kind of worrisome.

Mercifully, this is a short trip — I head back home tomorrow, which is good, since Margie is (a) sick, and (b) getting tense about the Britain trip and the prep necessary to it. (As noted earlier, Margie will tend toward getting worried about such things early on; I’ll be calm until the day or two beforehand, at which time my own tension will spike, even as Margie gets seriously Zen. We work well that way, I guess.)

So this weekend will largely focus on Britain trip-work, and (since we didn’t do it last weekend) getting Christmas put away. And getting Margie some R&R time.

Travelogue 2

Well, long days of sitting and conferring, capped by long nights of eating and drinking (Catal, El Torito, and the Boss’ house, over the last three nights). Tired as a…

Well, long days of sitting and conferring, capped by long nights of eating and drinking (Catal, El Torito, and the Boss’ house, over the last three nights). Tired as a dog, but up early today for golf at Pelican Hill (courtesy of a vendor).

Looking very much forward to flying home tonight, to be with Margie and Katherine.

This concludes this blog’s broadcast day …

Wrap-up

I had my obligatory Meeting With Someone Who Works For Me meeting here in Orlando this a.m., which was, of course, made far more enjoyable by the buckets o’ rain…

I had my obligatory Meeting With Someone Who Works For Me meeting here in Orlando this a.m., which was, of course, made far more enjoyable by the buckets o’ rain that fell last night and this morning. Still, it was a fine meeting, and worthwhile even beyond its ability to let me expense my air fare.

Margie got to play, er, Mrs. Mom today, taking Kitten back to Disney/MGM. They saw that Playhouse Disney show, a few shows we didn’t, and then lunch at the ABC Commisary (which she heartily recommends to single moms, due to the copious kids-eye-catching entertainment).

I met her back by the same Backstage Express restaurant, where we watched the same parade, and had the same fun time. Watching the parade right at the very beginning is a great way to guarantee attention from the marching characters, especially if you have a cute blond 2.5-year-old waving madly at them.

We left, then, taking the boat back to the Swan & Dolphin, where I’d parked the car.

The only other item of note was my dropping my camera in the parking lot, springing the little door for the compact flash memory. If I hold (or tape shut) the door, the camera works. Dagnabbit …

Back home, set Kitten down for a nap, a bit of sifting through packages, a little vigorous exercise, a shower, more sifting through packages (one has not yet been delivered back up to the lodge), and plans made for the evening to head over to Epcot to do some last-minute shopping, dinner, and fireworks.

I’ve enjoyed the trip, but it will be good to be home. Even with people coming over tomorrow evening. And the Sunday. And our leaving for California Thursday night. And …

My only regret from the trip was that our planned hook-up with Stacy and her family didn’t work out. I’d really been looking forward to it, but circumstances made it not feasible, consarnit.

Oh, well. I’m already figuring out how I can make some plans to come back out here later next year …

Urf

Nothing like a long, long Friday, with vendor phone calls and demonstrations and your boss and co-worker in your stuffy little office with you, to make you wish you hadn’t…

Nothing like a long, long Friday, with vendor phone calls and demonstrations and your boss and co-worker in your stuffy little office with you, to make you wish you hadn’t drunk quite so much last night …

Tale of an Evening

Whilst Margie and I had a faboo 240 Union dinner with the Boss Man, embellished by both bottles of Silver Oak ’98 (Alexander Valley) and glasses of 20-year-old tawny port,…

Whilst Margie and I had a faboo 240 Union dinner with the Boss Man, embellished by both bottles of Silver Oak ’98 (Alexander Valley) and glasses of 20-year-old tawny port, Doyce had even more fun taking care of Kitten for us.

The Testerfolk are owed big-time goodies from Disney World.

My good deed for the day

About ten minutes ago, I got an e-mail to everyone in the office from one of our long-time employees here. She indicated that someone had stolen a brown suede jacket…

About ten minutes ago, I got an e-mail to everyone in the office from one of our long-time employees here. She indicated that someone had stolen a brown suede jacket from her cube yesterday, one that had been given her by her late husband, and she both wanted to alert the office to this kind of theft and ask for it back, no questions asked.

About five minutes ago, I was exiting the men’s room and passed by a conference table in the atrium. I noted a brown jacket stuffed in one of the chairs there, and confirmed it was suede. I went to the lady, asked her about it, she came over, looked at it, initially thought it wasn’t hers (amazing how we never really look at things we own), then realized it was.

The look on her face and the hug she gave me was one of the nicest things to happen to me here in the office in some time.