December 8th, 2017

#6020: And that's the week.

So I'm home Saturday and Sunday, and it couldn't happen sooner. I like the place, I like the environment and the people, and the work looks like it'll be worthwhile. But I'm tired, because in nine months of unemployment I lost my conditioning, and I'm having to build it back up again.

But it gets easier every day.

All I need to do, when I find my motivation flagging, is to recall just one day--any day, not a particular one!--at the last place. I just need to remember not being allowed to have paper or pens or food at my desk, having to get permission to go to the bathroom outside of regular break time, having to get permission to do anything that would solve a customer's problem, having half an hour to scarf down whatever lunch was, the threat of being fired if your phone was turned on while you were on the floor, the impossibly contradictory metrics, the noise, the shitty equipment and furniture, the threat of being fired if you got up from your desk and forgot to lock your computer, the incessant drumbeat of asinine calls from unreasonable and stupid people, the utterly useless options to "save" lines people never wanted to activate in the first place. Not being allowed to hang up on someone who is swearing a blue streak at you.

Working there was like being the human face in Orwell's line about a stomping boot.

I may be idealizing things a bit based on the fact that my last two jobs were so shitty, but I'm looking forward to learning more about this job and getting through training so I can do it. And it looks as if the work is pretty easy compared to the last couple of jobs; not that it will be a sinecure--I'll have to work hard--but that it won't involve so much shit. I've heard one call in the past three days where the caller sounded even close to angry--and compared to the calls I got at the other place, that caller was downright courteous. The guy training me remarked that this or that caller had a bad attitude, but they sounded nice enough to me.

Every hour I spend there further convinces me I can DO this and end up doing it well enough that they decide to bring me on full-time rather than contract. I'd like that.

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That's right. We're doing Wodehouse.

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"Roy Moore accuser admits adding date to yearbook". Autoplay warning, but yeah.

The woman in question claimed Moore wrote it. She wrote it. When you do write something and claim someone else wrote it, it is called "forgery" and it is a crime.

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Another autoplay warning: "In about 30 minutes, from approximately 75 feet away, deputies and troopers fired 55 rounds at Johnson's car from AR-15 rifles, .40 caliber pistols, and a shotgun. Not a single round hit her." Police are "only ones" who the left wants to be armed. They're incompetent. I can hit a target from 75 feet away, FFS, and I wear coke-bottle glasses!

Oh--no weapons found in the car. Cops shot at her claiming she'd shot at them first, but how?

Incidentally, one of the cops hit another cop car with his bullets:
Photos of the crime scene obtained by CBS4 also show that in the bursts of gunfire, an Arapahoe County deputy accidentally shot up a state patrol cruiser. Reports suggest the patrol vehicle was struck 28 times. The deputy was standing immediately behind the car but was apparently unaware that many of his shots intended for Johnson were actually hitting the patrol car.
How the hell can you be that bad of a shot?

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CNN pulls an ABC and gets the timing wrong. What would have been a huge story turns out to be nothing, because things didn't happen that way.

Love it. Keep it up, asshats. Keep beclowning yourselves.

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This explains why the robot revolution is not happening soon.

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Man, I'm tired. Time for something fun.

#6021: Snow

A dusting of snow Thursday morning. Just enough to remind us what season it is.

They say we'll get an inch of it tonight. Believe it when I see it yadda yadda.

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One of the things I missed the most about working in the main building at Rockwell-Collins was the cafeteria. They had food they prepared to order, things like Caesar salad with chicken and stir fry. I really missed that.

I had some stir fry, Thursday, for lunch.

Fresh vegetables put into a frying pan and sauteed; add beef, cook more; then dump sauce on it, a little more time, and then serve. Oh, my goodness, did I miss having that kind of lunch.

At R-C the sauces were "hot" and "mild" and they'd ladel it on to order. The scoops were small, so you could say "Two mild and one hot," and they'd do that. Here, they had General Tso's and two others I didn't bother to look at.

I ate it all and went back to my desk a happy man.

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Noticed that the rush hour drivers on 294 have not gotten so much as a single iota smarter since I last commuted on that road, 20 years ago.

Not one whit smarter.

You know, I figured it out in 1993: just because you're moving faster than traffic, a few tenths of a mile at a time, does not mean you are getting where you're going any faster. I see people dodge back and forth, left-right-left-right, like they're antagonists in Speed Racer, so they can go one or two or three miles an hour faster than traffic is going.

I used to drive like that. Until I had the third accident in my 1992 Cayman Green Thunderbird. I had to drive my Mom's car while I was trying to figure out how to proceed (get rid of the cursed car on which I was significantly underwater? Fix it AGAIN?) and while doing so, I slowed down and stayed in the right lane...and discovered that it did not take me any longer to get to work that way than it did the other. All the aggressive driving did was make accidents more likely.

Okay? It saved NO TIME WHATSOEVER. At least, nothing significant, not nearly enough to make it worthwhile. A minute, maybe, if I am generous...out of an hour commute.

That was when I invented the concept of "road speed", which basically is the fastest you will be able to cover a given distance on a specific road under specific conditions. It might be the speed limit, 10 over, 10 under, a crawl, or a mad dash--but no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you absolutely will not be able to go any faster than that speed. And what little advantage you might be able to eke out of all your stupid crap won't be worth the effort, and the wear and tear to your vehicle.

And I saw it happen today, the guy who ducked left, then right, then left...and when he ducked right again, it was right back in front of me, where he'd been three lane changes earlier. We'd arrived at the same spot in the same amount of time. He'd gotten maybe six or seven hundred feet ahead of me at peak speed, but when things slowed down again--yeah. Tailgating all the way, of course, so when traffic slowed down he had to stand on the brakes to avoid rear-ending the car in front of him.

The legal term is "weaving" but I call it "thrashing", because it's useless motion.

People still do it, though, and it's still just as big a hazard as it was in 1997, and it causes wrecks and traffic jams and a whole bunch of other crap that could be avoided if these asshats would just have a tiny little modicum of patience.

I realize that they think they're hot shit drivers, you know, and pride themselves on how quickly they can navigate a traffic jam...but I can guarantee you that they've never timed it, never paid any attention to the hard numbers, and never stopped to consider that they're just fooling themselves.

Because believe me, they are fooling themselves.

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Anyway, it's Friday evening, and it's my Friday evening.

The Internet went down here. I don't know what happened; I was watching a video on YouTube and it just horked, and suddenly nothing worked. Went out to pick up Chinese for dinner, got back, Internet worked again. Fine.

Thu night I was going to play a little WoW before bed, but my connect speed was horrifyingly bad--about 1 Mbps down, ZERO up--and I had to spend time fixing it. Mrs. Fungus' machine was similarly affected by all this, though she was doing better than I was. Her connection improved the instant I unplugged my computer from the switch; when I replaced the old cable connecting Floristica to the switch with a new one, I got 87 Mbps down--fast. Turned out that the old network cable had died, and it was spamming the switch with so much noise, her computer couldn't get a bit in edgewise.

...and I had exactly 13 minutes left before bedtime. *sigh*

Well, I'm playing WoW tonight, damn it! HA!