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Feb. 22nd, 2022 09:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishToday's "well duh" discovery: biscuits with just barely not enough liquid in them get crispy-crunchy. Still tasty and edible, at least while warm and presumably also once cooled, but not my favourite. I even thought "you know, i bet this is not quite enough milk" and stopped anyway, because biscuit dough that's too wet is really, really obnoxious to work with. Now I know.
Eggs and biscuits for breakfast on my first day of work. Which day looks to be taken up primarily with reading up on the software I'll be documenting and having an orientation meeting. It ought to involve a bunch of HR-type paperwork as well but my laptop hasn't arrived yet, because it shipped from Houston TX on Thursday. And while that's a reasonable timeframe for it to get to Vancouver (and indeed it's been at the FedEx depot in Richmond since Friday morning), getting up north is at least an extra day, and getting delivered to a rural location (ie, Not Prince George) likely another.
That's if it gets here at all, of course, because someone (probably me but maybe them) put in the wrong address so it's going to unit 113 instead of unit 103. Thankfully rural life may mean that I get saved there: the delivery guy knows me and I can just say "hey, that's actually mine." Unfortunately when I pinged him yesterday he said it was probably going to the post office, when it doesn't even have a PO box on it. So I get to go talk to them again this morning and tell them to be on the lookout for a package that's misaddressed to me.
Fun times all around. At least they're paying me.
It is weird to not have to worry about Simbatude things, though. There's a certain conscious relief in the knowledge that I won't have to interact with Hector again, or bite my tongue when Pat (bossboss or possibly bossbossboss, it was unclear) neglects to convey to developers that they really ought to at least look like they give a damn about getting information to the writers on time. There's also a nagging sense hanging out in my backbrain that I ought to be checking in on something, making sure that there aren't any last-minute releases popping up or what have you. That'll dissipate in time.
Eggs and biscuits for breakfast on my first day of work. Which day looks to be taken up primarily with reading up on the software I'll be documenting and having an orientation meeting. It ought to involve a bunch of HR-type paperwork as well but my laptop hasn't arrived yet, because it shipped from Houston TX on Thursday. And while that's a reasonable timeframe for it to get to Vancouver (and indeed it's been at the FedEx depot in Richmond since Friday morning), getting up north is at least an extra day, and getting delivered to a rural location (ie, Not Prince George) likely another.
That's if it gets here at all, of course, because someone (probably me but maybe them) put in the wrong address so it's going to unit 113 instead of unit 103. Thankfully rural life may mean that I get saved there: the delivery guy knows me and I can just say "hey, that's actually mine." Unfortunately when I pinged him yesterday he said it was probably going to the post office, when it doesn't even have a PO box on it. So I get to go talk to them again this morning and tell them to be on the lookout for a package that's misaddressed to me.
Fun times all around. At least they're paying me.
It is weird to not have to worry about Simbatude things, though. There's a certain conscious relief in the knowledge that I won't have to interact with Hector again, or bite my tongue when Pat (bossboss or possibly bossbossboss, it was unclear) neglects to convey to developers that they really ought to at least look like they give a damn about getting information to the writers on time. There's also a nagging sense hanging out in my backbrain that I ought to be checking in on something, making sure that there aren't any last-minute releases popping up or what have you. That'll dissipate in time.