marcicat: (badger roses)

I’m at that point of the month when I’m startled *both* by how much of it has already passed and how much is left. It’s the 22nd! But there’s still more than a whole week to go!

(Part of it is the weekends, I think. July has five full weekends, which hasn’t happened since April and won’t happen again till December, and it makes the month feel extra long.)

Anyway, it’s weekend #4, so I guess I should figure out what I’m doing with it!

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#today

Jul. 18th, 2017 08:34 am
marcicat: (superhero rainbow shirt)

You know that funny meme that I can’t find right now about the bird that wakes up and thinks ‘what a beautiful day — you know what would make it even better? SCREAMING’

Not only is that a perfect description of my own personal feelings about today, it also matches what the actual birds outside my window are doing!

IT IS A DAY FOR SCREAMING. BRING IT ON.

[Note: This led to a fascinating google thread about why parrots scream, and — if one is to extrapolate to one’s own self — I should follow this simple advice: 1) give myself rewards when I’m not screaming; 2) make sure to touch base frequently with my flock so I know they haven’t gone off without me; 3) identify frightening things in my environment and deal with them as needed; 4) if all else fails, cover myself with a blanket and go back to sleep.]

VERY GOOD ADVICE, THANK YOU INTERNET!

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marcicat: (superhero rainbow shirt)

Not even sure what to make of this one. We typically have a team meeting every Wednesday, which is great, fine, good plan. Gets everyone on the same page. I’m for it.

And once a month or so that meeting includes a guest speaker who makes more money than us talking about whether or not the company is making money. (Spoiler alert: the answer is unfailingly ‘things look good, but not so good that we’re making any promises, so if you could work harder, that’d be great.’)

But *this* week, there are no meeting rooms available in our building for Wednesday. And our scheduled guest speaker is busy. Did we reschedule the meeting to a different day? Did we carefully evaluate whether it was worthwhile to review this information a mere three weeks before we are going to have a company-wide meeting to review it again?

Nope. Instead, our entire team is going to drive to a different building and meet with a different person to review the same information. I mean, okay, but why? In the classic words of ‘Meet The Robinsons,’ “I’m just not sure how well this plan was thought through.”

[“I have a big head, and little arms.”]

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marcicat: (polar bear)

I have been confusing dates all week. What month is this? What year is it?

*This morning I tried to find more information on registering for an event, only to realize (after an embarrassingly long time) that it happened back in 2015.

*Yesterday, I was baffled by why we would be receiving 100+ orders “this week” that were meant to ship in September — finally I figured out that “this week” was part of a calendar event invite *in* September.

I blame the weirdness of the upcoming non-three-day-weekend. My brain thinks ‘holiday weekend!’ and then immediately goes ‘but I’m working Monday?!’ and then ‘but not Tuesday?!?!’ and boom, confusion loop.

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marcicat: (cookies)

Last night I dreamed about tidying, and also my plants. I mean, my dream!plants were pretty neat, but it turns out dream!me also is bad at watering properly.

That’s got nothing to do with work, but it *is* Thursday, and I *am* going to work, and I didn’t feel like I had much else to say, so the dream thing kind of snuck in there.

I also dreamed there was a bird in my room, and actually woke up enough to think ‘wait, there isn’t really a bird in here, right?’ (Not to worry, it was outside. Or possibly imaginary; it’s not like I woke up all the way to check.)

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marcicat: stress out and throw vase (stress out and throw vase)

Okay, so last summer was all about the drought, and I think I over-adapted to drought conditions, because I am still seriously confused by what to do with all this humidity.

Me: “It’s 68F degrees, a beautiful cool morning!”

Also me: “…And yet I’m sweating and every time I move I feel like I need to lie down and take a break.”

Me: “But I can see the leaves moving from the breeze! It’s so nice out!”

Also me: “Except that everything is damp and this is awful.”

Basically I have no idea what to do with this weather. A special apology to all my plants; I really am trying my best.

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marcicat: drama llama (drama llama)

Given these two factors:

1. My workplace may or may not be moving an additional 30 minutes further away.

2. My job may or may not be slowly driving me around the bend.

I am currently looking at other options. Sadly, rich eccentric is still off the table. However:

1. Job hunting is basically awful.

2. It turns out I actually think *every* employer is willing to screw over their employees, I just think some of them do it more deliberately than others.

On the plus side, the sun is finally coming out after two days of rain, which is:

1. Astonishingly beautiful.

2. Hopefully going to provide a bonus mood bump.

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marcicat: xkcd grownups (xkcd grownups)

Things I have done while trying to figure out what to post today:

1. read a Supergirl fic

2. checked tumblr

3. checked facebook

4. read a chapter update on a WIP Avengers AU fic

5. deleted three ad emails

6. made my bed

7. took my vitamins

8. checked the directions for my walking adventure today

9. moved the plants back into the sun

10. read an article about grocery stores

At this point it’s basically a life strategy. Plan to do something, procrastinate, get bored with procrastinating, get some other stuff done, write about procrastinating, call it a day.

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marcicat: (kashmir mountain goat)

At the end of this week I’ll be trying again to interview my way into a new role at work. We’ll see what happens!

(PS: I am always slightly suspicious when people say they love their jobs. I love my cat. I love my family. I love that feeling of waking up all cozy in the morning on a day when you know you have nothing planned. Work is different. Work is work. I’ve chosen to do my job based on a range of considerations, and in comparison to other currently available alternatives, I am pleased enough with the situation to continue showing up, and to try to transition within the same company rather than leaving.)

(PPS: I feel like the “job as vocation” vibe somewhere along the way got conflated with “you’re not allowed to complain about compensation or working conditions, because that would indicate you’re doing this for some kind of crass commercial reasons rather than the love of the job.” Surprise! I *AM* doing this for crass commercial reasons! Those may not be the only reasons, but they’re definitely a part of it. And I wish we could talk about that as a component of work, and I don’t understand why I have to pretend that I’ve had an immense passion for spreadsheets ever since I was five to be considered for a job.)

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marcicat: (badger stream)

Things I have googled while trying to decide what to post today:

1. long-term weather forecast

2. my daily horoscope

3. knife sharpening

4. toe length personality traits

5. does it use electricity if you have the light switch turned on, but the light turned off

So at this point, I’m just going to leave it there before it winds up being time to leave for work and I’m still rambling around the interwebs in my pajamas.

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marcicat: (badger bali)

Last night I dreamed that I was driving, and a warning light came on in my car. It was a whale. I have so many questions.

The symptoms of the Whale Warning Light seemed to be very poor acceleration while driving forward, and the brakes only working while driving in reverse. (What? As symbolism goes, that doesn’t even make sense!)

So I parked in an empty lot, but every book I thought was my car’s owners manual turned into a book about art when I opened it.

Message for today: beware of whales, and maybe art?

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marcicat: (freakout squirrel)

Work is so weird right now, IDEK.

“You know those days when you’re like this might as well happen. Our adult life is already so goddamn weird.”
-John Mulaney

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marcicat: xkcd grownups (xkcd grownups)

When I was in middle school (maybe eighth grade?), there was a time when it was a gray and rainy day and students were complaining, and a teacher said to us:

“I don’t let the weather affect my mood.”

(In retrospect, I’m pretty sure that was a lie.) But I remember rejecting it as a bad idea even then, when I believed them. Because sure, when it’s been raining for three days and I feel like crap and want to crawl into a blanket nest and never come out, it can be tough to get other stuff done even when I really want to.

But when I step outside on a sunny day, and the breeze ruffles my hair and the birds are singing and I can feel my spirits lift up with joy? Yeah, I wouldn’t trade that.

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marcicat: (cookies)

I’ve run out of bread. (Okay, I ran out of bread on Tuesday.) Which is not a huge deal — I could easily go get more bread. But I had planned to go grocery shopping on Friday, and yesterday it didn’t seem like a issue because I didn’t have any bread plans anyway, and today it seems silly to go to the store if I’m just going again tomorrow.

I could just do all the shopping today, if I knew what I wanted to make this weekend to take to work for lunches next week. Alas, I have been undecided on that question for days. (I’ve been hoping for a flash of inspiration to strike. So far, nothing.)

On the other hand, I have Triscuits. So I’m pretty sure I can procrastinate on this issue for another day, and make it Friday’s problem as planned.

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marcicat: (puffin)

At various points already today, I have asked myself ‘What am I doing?’ With a variety of modifiers, including:

1. …in the next ten minutes

2. …today

3. …with my life

4. …thinking I can keep these plants alive

5. …in this weather

6. …with this pasta

Unfortunately the answer to all of those so far has been ‘I have no idea.’ Unsurprisingly, staring at the internet for 45 minutes hasn’t actually clarified anything. I think I’ll switch to wandering around for a while (a process I optimistically call ‘tidying up’).

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marcicat: (cat in snowy window)

After my failed attempt in December to interview my way into a new job (within the same company I work at now), I am now trying a new technique: go do fill-in work for other departments and hope one of them likes me. The language around the plan was a little more professional than that when my boss and I hashed it out, but that’s basically it.

I had my first ‘go help out somewhere else’ day yesterday, and I thought it went okay. The person in charge said maybe six sentences to me, and the person who showed me what to do was not at all fooled when I pretended I knew how to do a vlookup in excel. But they said I can come back on Thursday, so there’s that.

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marcicat: (aquarius dreamsheep)

Things I Imagined I Would Do Today:

ALL the things!!!*

[*shoutout to Allie Brosh and Hyperbole and a Half]

Things I Actually Did Today:

Uh. Well, technically the day isn’t over? So there is still a theoretical chance that I could do all many some a few more than zero of the things. Victory will be mine!

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marcicat: (dreamsheep stargate)

It is perfectly okay to not feel the same every day!

[Note: This is often particularly hard for me to remember in January and February, when it is dark and cold and I wake up and want to go back to sleep pretty much immediately. The high energy days of late summer and fall feel far away. And I wonder what happened, and if I did something wrong. People all around me are telling me excitedly about their resolutions and their exercise programs, and I’m sitting there all ‘I slept an extra hour and a half and then had six cookies for lunch.’]

Well, here’s my reminder to myself: it’s okay. This is what winter looks like sometimes. This is the low ebb of the cycle, and the perfect time for doing things like extra sleeping and cozy cat-patting time. Winter will pass and other things will seem like fun again.

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marcicat: (superhero rainbow shirt)

Why not do a work post today? The week is already completely disarranged by the holiday and general sense of ‘AH IT’S A NEW YEAR WHAT AM I DOING.’

So the other day I was meeting with someone more important than me, and they said:

“You’re very well respected in this company.”

To which my #1 first reaction was to think ‘okay — that sounds fake, but okay.’

I almost said it out loud. It was the perfect opening. But I considered that 1) this person might not know that meme; and 2) even if they did, they might not think it was funny.

So instead I said, “Thank you,” but I think I might have said it with a sort of ‘that sounds fake’ tone? (Because I had just been thinking it! Also, in my experience, when you are well respected, nobody has to tell you.)

Anyway, that’s my story of Memes In Real Life.

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marcicat: (kashmir mountain goat)

An early workaday post this week! Because it’s a pretty big week at work, with the WORKPLACE YANKEE SWAP happening tomorrow.

RULES OF A WORKPLACE YANKEE SWAP

1. Scratch tickets create a weird, verging on scary, animosity: not recommended.

2. Alcohol may or may not be banned by the new workplace policies: not recommended.

3. The CEO may or may not attend: be advised.

4. Assume everyone will find out which gift you brought, regardless of how many people participate.

5. Bring a gift you wouldn’t mind taking home yourself. (Note: taking your own gift is often frowned upon, but typically not *actually* against the rules.)

SO WHAT AM I BRINGING TO THE YANKEE SWAP?

Okay, so the other thing yankee swaps are good for is passing along things that you don’t want but feel bad about throwing away. So half of my gift is the Boy Scout popcorn I bought from my neighbor. (It’s caramel corn. Bleh. But someone might like it! It is a Not Awful gift.)

And since I felt like I wanted to raise my gift slightly above Not Awful level, the other half of it is a set of OXO clips of varying sizes. Some are magnetic! It is a kickin’ gift I would be happy to get for myself.

HOW WILL IT GO? ONLY TIME WILL TELL!

COUNTDOWN TO W.Y.S: 28 hours and counting

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