Tusk and Hammer

Waltz on the Wild Side

The day yesterday was quite productive.  I got some 1:1 training with someone on my team, and got to show him how to do some endpoint automation, and some of the obstacles we have to overcome.  I explained that hitting the endpoints weren't enough, but database confirmation was needed, and the breadth/depth of the testing became more evident.    The day previous to this, I inched a couple things over, but overall seemed like nothing got done.  Yesterday I pushed one thing really far, and it feels like it was a more productive day.

I got some information back from our architect on some easier authorization, and now we just have to connect to the database, and we'll have the framework all ready to go.

I keep feeling a bit impatient with one of my team members -- I've decided to provide snacks to the department, and he has to talk whenever he comes in to get something.  And it always pulls me out of whatever I'm doing, and it's just a bugger to get back into what I was focusing on after he pulls me out to tell me something random while collecting a bag of chips.  It's difficult to say to him to stop being so friendly, but I know I invite some of this by hosting the snacks from my office.  I'm looking forward to a decompression room that we can put this kind of stuff in and make the need to say things just go away.

Strings of Integers

I was at the gym, and had the suspicion that the guy who jumped on the eliptical next to me might try and take my phone.  He kept glancing over at my phone as it rested on the screen in front of me, blocking the view of my progress.  I was trying to imagine what he'd likely try and do, and try to figure out ways to counter it, and how far I'd be willing to go with it.

I sometimes ran faster when he darted glances over at it, and slowed down when he didn't.  I ran 1.76 miles in 20 minutes, a bit faster than the last run, but not as great as my best of 1.83.  I still got through it, and was very tired when I completed.

I met up with friends at a BBQ place, and then we watched a movie, since my Internet was down.

We got done, and it was my bedtime, so I said good night to them, and went to bed, where I tossed and turned.  I woke up a half dozen times for various reasons, and my lucid dreams had me convinced that some faulty Javascript code was what was causing my stuffy nose in real life.  It seemed logical at the time, but now it just seems silly.

-Your Semi-Retarded Friend