September 8th, 2011

Sea dragon

The school year kicks off; Golden Dragon review

Well, the trip to La Rochelle was really fun and deserves a good write up, but not at a quarter after 7 in the morning. Mind you, I shouldn't even be up this early, not up on the computer anyway, but I cleverly woke up an hour early with nightmares about giving my old cat Hestia a bath and inadvertently drowning her. So I'm up, and about to spend the day in Chesterfield trying to be a boss. I've been doing a poor job of that lately because I'm still totally checked out from my job. When, when will the dam break and the new fall jobs start showing up? At least, can't the place I'm supposed to interview next week (for a job I now really want despite the fact it will probably require me to spend at least four nights a month in Belgium) make up their minds and give me an interview date? I've been holding every evening open that week for AGES and I want to start making plans for the rest of the week. Grrrr.

Yesterday (aside from feeling like the stupidity of work was hitting me with a sledgehammer from the moment I walked in the door) I had a great dinner with bondagewoodelf and P (who I haven't seen on LJ for so long I can't remember her name), having a big old catchup after two years and maybe making some plans for seeing each other in the future. Afterward I came home and wrote up my review of Golden Dragon, a show supposedly about the immigrant experience which just bored me to death, really. It's sad when you want to tweet during a show just because you're bored; it was too dark for me to get back to book two of Stacia Kane's "Downside Ghosts" series, which I am really loving. Oddly Tuesday night, upon my return, was also meal with a friend and catching up about the same event, but from babysimon's perspective. It's really good for me to be spending so much time with people; even if my wallet doesn't need me to be eating out so much, my head really needs me to be this social.

Grouse as I might about the plays I've seen lately, one was awesome: Mercy Seat, about a couple trying to figure out how they could turn the 9/11 disaster to their advantage. It was a fantastic portrait of a very twisted relationship and I HIGHLY recommend it - it's about 90 minutes and only 12 quid so GO.

With that, time to head out for the day. Bleah.

Sort of the day I planned with not enough food and bonus tulips

Thursday is my favorite day to visit my team in Chesterfield because it's market day there. This is good as it means I can look at quasi-antiques all day long; this is bad because actually I'm supposed to be having meetings and stuff and actually getting across the two squares where the market is held is like wading through sticky toffee. There is just so much to look at. I mean, check out this horrible video:

simultaneously offensive on so many levels and yet also a learning point about English culture.

Or you can admire this:

Anyway, clearly it's full of distractions. I nearly missed it all today thanks to a cascading series of public transport disasters, including 1) signal failure on the Northern line (about the only way to get out of Tooting) 2) crap stuck in the door of the Victoria line train I switched to 3) passenger alarm being pulled. It was like a conspiracy. Still, a last minute sprint across the upper level of St Pancras and I made the 8:55 train at 8:54. Thank God I was aiming to be there for 8:40 or I would have not made it at all. To celebrate my good luck, I later bought a lottery ticket; however, my loser's breakfast was a cookie rather than the bacon sandwich I'd been dreaming off when I walked out the door. That said, it was a cookie from Ile D'Aix, and about the size of my hand (and filled with raspberry jam), so it was still both tasty and filling.


Anyway, in addition to buying some tulip bulbs, I worked on mending fences with the manager there ... not Fossa (who's left) but her former 2nd in command, who's now running the show but has no tiara to show for it (much less a raise). And I also spent a long time talking to the woman who works on my team who broke her leg in three places back in December. She started crying at one point; I reached forward and stroked her shoulder but didn't really say anything mooshy or offer to give her a hug or anything: is this the right way to handle it? Touching extremities is allowed for same sex in the office in general, but I felt like I was both giving her dignity by not being too sympathetic (and I felt like I didn't know her well enough to justify a hug!) but then wondered if I should have said more rather than just basically sitting there in what I was hoping was an "it's okay to cry, life is like this some times" kind of way. Your feedback welcome.

I headed back around 3 PM, getting a "earn your monkey chow" phone call in which I explained to a PM that taking a build with a pile of new bug fixes from a notoriously low quality vendor was not actually likely to result in giving him something he wanted to roll out to the business at 9 AM the next day, given that 1) there was going to be more new bugs, it's just math 2) there was something they were going to release that in my mind was going to at the least garner us negative publicity and at worst maybe get us a lawsuit. He said he'd try to get everything tested (somehow) that evening, but at 6 PM the whole thing was pulled, as I expected it would be. This left me free to enjoy my dinner with dreamsewingmiko and then our puppet show at the Barbican.

And I have an interview set up to possibly be a COO of a company on September 22nd. How cool is that?