A Friday-at-work haiku for you…
So many meetings,
Close out this long seeming week.
Happy Friday, folks.
A Friday-at-work haiku for you…
So many meetings,
Close out this long seeming week.
Happy Friday, folks.
Just yesterday my friend Larry sent me a text asking if I remembered the names of any of our high school teachers. My first thought was of course I do. My second thought was me trying to remember them and exactly one came to me. My senior year English teacher. Was she influential? She was brutal. Easily one of the toughest teachers I ever had. She kicked our academic asses on a daily basis and I was able to rise to the occasion. My grades in that class were very good. Unfortunately she was the only name I could remember off the top of my head. Mrs Acone.
Larry was specifically asking about our ninth grade Earth Science teacher. Somehow, magically, I was able to come up with it. Now, the very next morning, we get this question? Are the internets reading my mind again? Is this some X-Files level shit here?
Most influential teacher… okay… Mrs Acone is on the short list. Mrs Adams is too. I was in third grade. I was in the second highest reading group in the class. Mrs Adams, for some reason I am not aware of, bumped me up to the highest level reading group. A little bit of faith in a little tiny me and next thing we know I am an A student all the way into my high school career. Well… in every class except math. My math skills went south at some point, but other than that I was at the start of a very good public education career.
One other candidate for most influential requires me to fast forward all the way to my last time around in college. Dr Canning was my Computing I professor. He asked me for my resume one day. At the time it included a mention of attending Northeast Broadcasting School. He jumped on that and offered me a job in a lab he ran. I wouldn’t be doing anything code based in that lab. Instead he wanted me to start a Computer Science department focused talk show on the campus radio station. I took the job. The result was not only a radio show that ran for the next three years or so, it was that I had a peer group in school that I could study with, and a private, locked door lab space where we could meet to study. It was the key to me finishing my Bachelors Degree with some really excellent grades.
So there are a few influential teachers from my very distant past. There are probably a few more I could add but, as implied by the start of this post, I might not remember any of their names.
Today’s haiku for you sort of sums up my day.
Sit down and start lunch,
Get pulled into a meeting.
So much for lunch break.
There are a lot of things I wish I could do more of every day. There will be no surprises here. It will be all things that I write about here all the time.
Like I said… the usual stuff.
A frustrating day.
Things not going how I want.
Just want to go home.
I posted yesterday about how happy I was that Spring officially started last night at 11:06pm my time.
I woke up this morning all pleased that it was officially Spring at last, even though the temperature was still low and I knew it wouldn’t make any real difference to anything at all.
Then, while driving to work, mother nature did what she often does. She kicked me in the nuts.
It started to snow.
Well, of course it did!
Happy “Spring” everyone.
Spoiler alert, I am probably going to swear a lot in this post. You’ve been warned.
I hate tattoos. I really hate them. I really fucking hate them. My wife has one, but she got it before we met and I immediately taught myself to not be bothered by it. It wasn’t hard for me to do because she’s amazing and I am crazy about her. Crazy enough to barely even see her tattoo. Her tattoo is okay by me. Every other tattoo….
I fucking loathe tattoos. I can’t state that strongly enough. I hate tattoos as much as I hate fascists. I hate tattoos as much as I hate the maga cult. I hate tattoos almost as much as I hate the New York Yankees. That’s a lot of hate.
I mean I really… fucking… hate… tattoos. I really fucking hate tattoos. Are you picking up what I am putting down? I hate them… a lot.
So no, I don’t want a fucking tattoo. No, I am not planning on getting a fucking tattoo. I am not going to scar my skin with a permanent mark that looks like mud that will never, ever wash off. No. Fuck tattoos. I am never getting a fucking tattoo.
My wife’s tattoo is okay by me. Every other tattoo? No fucking way.
Dig it?
Yesterday our dishwasher was dead.
Today our dishwasher was fixed.
Later today our dishwasher was dead again.
Still later today our dishwasher was fixed again. It’s actually running as I type this.
I think that’s enough dishwasher shenanigans. It’s not dead, but it’s dead to me. We went shopping for a new one tonight. I’ll keep you posted on the progress because I can tell by the look on all of your faces that you cannot wait to hear how this turns out.
More info coming as it develops.
Stay tuned.
Hey everyone, want to hear some good news? Some happy news? Something to cheer you up after months and months of gloom?
Spring starts today. In the Eastern Time Zone in the United States (where I live), Spring officially starts at 11:06pm.
That sound you just heard was my emphatic sigh of relief. Sure, I will likely be asleep when the change happens (I hope so at least, I am beat today) but I will celebrate it just as well.
Kiss my ass, winter. Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out.