The Filly Takes to Saddle Once More
I was talking to people about becoming a bartender - to take advantage of what my sleep schedule had become: sort of 4ish am to 11ish am. I had gotten into my theoretically unemployed groove, doing what it is I intend to do. And had actually not touched code for weeks.
This gig got started quickly, I didn’t have time to tell people I’d disappear, and when I came home each night I was so ready to be alone that I still didn’t contact anyone. I’ve gotten some emails, which I do appreciate. It makes me happy to be looked for, thank you.
I got a call Tuesday morning that meant I’d be a fool to not go into an office Wednesday morning.
Wednesday night I dreamt of code I saw at work, and the way to fix it, like when I was first learning. This morning I dreamt of a tiny bird that lived in a hollowed out stale cupcake. My brain is still adjusting. It seems to loop in REM all night these past months. I remember most of it, which is pretty cool. There is a lot on my mind.
I got this consulting gig for which I’d gone through a lot of trouble (fingerprinting, cup-peeing, etc). They said they wanted me but I came to think they’d not get their requisition/red tape together in time for their deadline which is at the end of the month. I’m officially consulting for The Man now, in an office full of middle aged male engineers and blue oxford shirts. An older man eyed me skeptically at the refrigerator and asked if I am a project manager (aka non technical). Another asked me in the elevator and in a stumbling way, said it was good to see females in engineering.
Now I will not embarrass my sex and will not confirm any stereotypes. I will never ever bake “for the office”. If they have one of those dumb cake parties, I won’t eat a bite. I adamantly refuse to eat those $8 crap working girl salads for lunch and I will never lilt my voice at the end of a sentence as though I am asking a question. *hand over heart and jaw set firmly*
The good/bad thing is that it’s in a secure intranet set up to be pretty airtight. So I have no aim, no yahoo. I have figured out a thing or two I can get around… but I will follow the spirit of the rules rather than the letter. I say it’s bad because naturally I miss contact with friends during the day. It’s good because rather than checking email or seeing who’s on aim I just get my work done ASAP.
So this is for at least 6-8 weeks and they want very much to extend it already. I am hoping I can discipline myself to stay longer since I already miss my freedom.
Hey! So you got it! Wow, that took long enough… you’ll adjust, get back in the groove, then when it’s over, maybe get another week off ;)
hi, i came across your site whilst looking for geneaological stuff… and found your entry on great aunt lucy… we are cousins, both descendants of mary loughran. (my g-gm was her daughter gertrude)
anyway, if you have any interest in geneaology, drop me a line and we could compare notes.
wow that is very cool, i am interested in geneology and have done a bit of tracing… but not in a good while. i hope that the story or photos might have added a bit to your big picture. cousin erik, small world :]
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