Night
I woke up in the wee hours of the morning with a headeach. It wasn't
enough of a headeach to really justify getting up and dealing with it.
At least not until I decided I could not fall back asleep. I wasn't
really awake. I was half awake and tossing and turning. I knew it was a
sinus thing. I didn't want to take a decongestant because they keep me
awake. Guess what. I ended up taking an aspirin and a decongestant. I
bet I lost two hours of sleep over it. At what point do you decide to
get up and deal with something like that? I bet I was back asleep two
minutes after I took the decongestant.
Jen Rathbun
Jen has a new video (top one) on her
page. My personal ratting is "hubba-hubba".
DnD
I completely forgot to play up the fact that the wizard who died was my
father in the DnD game this weekend. It was late and I was well out of
character. The funny thing is, I went home that evening and typed up my
notes. It took me longer to find the music stand I use for hard copy
typing than it did to type up the notes. I meant to correct the notes
and add some more comments, but that didn't happen.
My character needs some maintenance. I hadn't leveled him up since the
last game. Now, of course there are two levels to add.
Training
I have training over the next couple of days at work. I dislike
training. It isn't difficult. It is more of a strain to deal with the
people who expect results immediately. Managers expect training to work
magic. You are not going to walk out of a training class and go 100
miles per hour right from the start. There is still a ramp up period.
I'm about to start a new project and one of the managers actually said
"Wont the training delay the output?" I nearly choked. This person has
a degree. This person has been working in this field for many years.
Give me a break. This person is not stupid. This person must understand
the concept behind training. Is this person trying to: a) Set me up for
failure? b) So blinded by their own agenda that they loose touch with
the realities of other workers. c) Straight out of a Dilbert strip.
Maybe all the above?
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
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