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jazzfishLet's see. Last workday is this Friday. I am not looking forward to newjob, simply because I don't know enough about it to look forward to it. It's just the next thing on the list. I am looking forward to not having to deal with currentjob. We got acquired (again) back in November and the last several months have been an unending stream of nonfunctional tech integration, pronouncements from On High that make no mention of any of the products I've been working on, and the expected "your benefits will be a little worse this year". On Friday a message came in about yet another stupid trick the developers have pulled, and instead of getting annoyed I just said "in seven days this will no longer be my problem."
Current major stress source is moving. The moving coordinator I worked with to get up here last time, who was communicative and efficient and effective, is currently batting .333. It's an open question whether he'll find anyone at all, and if he does it sounds like they'll charge me double because I'm starting in an out-of-the-way location. The other option is to load up Erin's trailer and go south with that. I would much prefer to just throw money at someone else to deal with the moving logistics, and also the kitchen packing, and also the physical labor of carrying everything out and safely stacking it in a truck. Bah. Bright side, if I do end up using the trailer then once I get myself to the other end I can probably (probably) call Tranquility, the guys who moved me half a dozen times in three years, and say "hey, come unload this truck, it's half the work you usually do but you'll still get paid your full minimum."
Books. Reread This Is How You Lose The Time War, which has quickly become a Comfort Read. The slowly deepening relationship, the varied backgrounds, the way they play with words ("whacked seal"), the lovely lovely prose. It's just wonderful. Still halfway through a first reread of Fonda Lee's Jade War, the middle volume of her Green Bone Saga, which does not feel middle-volume-y at all, I'm just lacking in reading brain.
I've also picked up a game controller for the new laptop. Turns out that, as expected, I hate wireless controllers because I hate things that run out of battery when I'm using them, but other than that it's pretty decent. Unfortunately Apple's decision to ditch normal USB ports means I can't use it as a wired controller. Bah.
O yes: I'm generally pretty happy with ye new laptop ("Patrise," after the fellow in The Last Hot Time: dark, and powerful despite its stature). My main gripes are a lack of normal USB ports, an oversized touchpad that makes it harder to type than necessary, and a lack of a proper Delete key. Given time I can probably train myself into Fn+Delete but I shouldn't have to. Oh well. This has been a gripe for over a decade, and an insoluble one since 2017. The screen's lovely, as are the speakers, and the battery life and general system coolth make me quite happy.
I suppose five things make a post.
Current major stress source is moving. The moving coordinator I worked with to get up here last time, who was communicative and efficient and effective, is currently batting .333. It's an open question whether he'll find anyone at all, and if he does it sounds like they'll charge me double because I'm starting in an out-of-the-way location. The other option is to load up Erin's trailer and go south with that. I would much prefer to just throw money at someone else to deal with the moving logistics, and also the kitchen packing, and also the physical labor of carrying everything out and safely stacking it in a truck. Bah. Bright side, if I do end up using the trailer then once I get myself to the other end I can probably (probably) call Tranquility, the guys who moved me half a dozen times in three years, and say "hey, come unload this truck, it's half the work you usually do but you'll still get paid your full minimum."
Books. Reread This Is How You Lose The Time War, which has quickly become a Comfort Read. The slowly deepening relationship, the varied backgrounds, the way they play with words ("whacked seal"), the lovely lovely prose. It's just wonderful. Still halfway through a first reread of Fonda Lee's Jade War, the middle volume of her Green Bone Saga, which does not feel middle-volume-y at all, I'm just lacking in reading brain.
I've also picked up a game controller for the new laptop. Turns out that, as expected, I hate wireless controllers because I hate things that run out of battery when I'm using them, but other than that it's pretty decent. Unfortunately Apple's decision to ditch normal USB ports means I can't use it as a wired controller. Bah.
O yes: I'm generally pretty happy with ye new laptop ("Patrise," after the fellow in The Last Hot Time: dark, and powerful despite its stature). My main gripes are a lack of normal USB ports, an oversized touchpad that makes it harder to type than necessary, and a lack of a proper Delete key. Given time I can probably train myself into Fn+Delete but I shouldn't have to. Oh well. This has been a gripe for over a decade, and an insoluble one since 2017. The screen's lovely, as are the speakers, and the battery life and general system coolth make me quite happy.
I suppose five things make a post.
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Date: 2022-02-17 01:47 am (UTC)