gnomi: (penguin_chevruta (rjcardinal))
-- Today we have snow. Again. Numbers I'm seeing right now indicate that we got somewhere around another 9 or so inches. Which is not such a large snowfall for our area, in general. Problem is, there's nowhere to *put* the snow when you clear it off roads/sidewalks/stairs/driveways due to the lingering snow from the last storm (and the storm before that... the storm before *that* melted when we had a couple of days in the low 40s).

-- We continued the flow of objects in the Great Clothing (and Stuff) Continuum by passing along a baby swing that has been, for Muffin and Squeaker, just an oddity in the living room/play room for about eight months. I have mixed feelings when we do this -- I feel good, knowing that I am letting another family get the enjoyment of the use of the item, but at the same time I feel nostalgic about when our girls used it.

-- Last night, thanks to the kindness of a friend willing to babysit, [livejournal.com profile] mabfan and I met Mike Brown, the discoverer of Eris (and killer of Pluto). [livejournal.com profile] mabfan has a write-up of our evening.

-- Earlier this week, when the low temperature in Boston was -2F, I knit myself a hat, because I decided it was silly that I had made warm hats for a number of people but did not have a good warm hat for myself. Now I am knitting another octopus, this one for the almost-six-month-old upstairs.

-- Still questing for good winter boots to replace my eight-year-old ones (the zippers have been through too much salt and sand and don't reliably zip any more). My requirements are relatively simple: waterproof, warm, not too expensive. I bought a pair that I was assured were waterproof, and they leaked like a sieve the first time I wore them in last week's wet-mush storm ("wet mush" in this case, was a combination of rain and show and slush that made crazy puddles all over Brookline).

-- I woke up this morning at about 3:20 to discover I was wearing my glasses. The bizarre thing about this is that I have a distinct memory of putting my glasses away and rolling onto my side to fall asleep, and that on-my-side position is not comfortable when I am still wearing my glasses. So sometime between when I fell asleep and 3:20, I must have woken up, opened my glasses case, put on my glasses, and gone back to sleep.
gnomi: (hypotamoose)
OK, who turned up the gravity?

Fess up!
gnomi: (sanity/sarcasm (shoegal-icons))
...Nominations for "Most Innovative 'Help Me, I'm Homeless' Sign"

Last night, as I came through Harvard Square station, I saw a guy holding this sign:

Ninjas Killed My Family

And, no -- there was no evidence that he would fit a demographic for whom that could be true.
gnomi: (oxford_comma (yin_again))
There's a new advertising poster I've been seeing all over the Red Line for the boston.com classified section. It has six icons on it: a blue circle with a white suitcase on it, a dark green circle with a car on it, a red circle with a white house on it, an orange circle with a white chest of drawers on it, a purple circle with a white doglike thing on it, and a lime green circle with an exclamation point on it. I have therefore decided that they're touting the ability to buy the following from boston.com classifieds:

-- Luggage
-- Cars
-- Houses
-- Furniture
-- Mutant pets
-- Punctuation

Seriously, though, the first five I can figure out, kinda: travel (or maybe it's a briefcase and it's for jobs), cars, houses, furniture, pets. Those all make some sort of sense. But I can't figure out what the ! is all about.

And I don't want to give Boston.com any satisfaction by going there to find out what they might be trying to sell with that exclamation point.
gnomi: (penguin_chevruta (rjcardinal))
...I give you the shopping penguin, as seen on Animal Planet (YouTube link).

Thanks for the link go to my coworker, who is as fond of penguins as I am.

Wacky Day

Oct. 26th, 2006 10:50 am
gnomi: (Default)
So, this morning I get up and leave for work as usual. I get my bus (on time, even, which has been odd for the 66 recently), get to Harvard Square and go down into the T, where I observe an Inbound train pulling out of the station. No problem -- it's not even 7:15, so I have plenty of time to wait for the next train and still be able to get to the office by 7:30. But... the T is slow to come. No train until about 7:20, so I don't get to Kendall Square until 7:30. Not a big deal, but annoying. But because I'm running just that much late, I decide that I don't have the extra luxury time to make my coffee the way I usually do (I have a Coffee Caddy that my mom bought me a couple of years back; I can make just one cup of the coffee that I prefer. But it takes longer than just grabbing a cup from the coffee urn at work, so it's something I skip when I'm running late). So I stopped at the Au Bon Pain right near the T to get a cup of coffee.

Coffee in hand, I head down Main St. to my office building. When I arrive, I see that the lobby is much more populous than is normal for 7:40 AM (and, in fact, more populous than is normal for any time of the day. I go up to the desk and go to swipe my access card, and the security guard says, "The building's closed; the power is out." One of the building management people (whom I recognize because she and I took a building-sponsored self-defense class together three years ago) says, "You're from [name of previous owner of my company], right? I haven't seen anyone from there yet." "When do you think the power will be back on?" I ask. "It's been out since about 8 last night, and NStar's saying it won't be back until at least noon," she replies. Hrmph, says I, and I decide to call [personal profile] mabfan to tell him what's going on.

"My building has no power, so I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I'm going to call [my boss] and see what she says."

"You could always come here," [personal profile] mabfan says.

"I'll give you a call back when I know what's going on," I tell him, and hang up.

A coworker (but not from my group) comes in, and I tell her about the power outage. She figures she should call another coworker (who is a manager-type) and find out what he's thinking. I see yet another coworker enter, give him the info, and all three of us start making calls. I call my boss' cell phone and get her voicemail. I don't leave a message, figuring I'll call her home number (since she frequently works from home on Thursday), but before I get a chance to dial, she calls me back.

"Hey, Nomi," she says.

"Hi," I say. "The building has no power, and they say it'll be at least noon before it's back."

"Yeah, I heard from [editor at work who gets in around 6:30 AM most days]."

"She's gone home, I figure?"

"Yeah." My boss pauses. "They're still saying noon at the earliest?"

"Yup. I'm not sure what I should do."

"Go home. Take the day."

"Uh, but... I have no work at home. And [male coworker] says the exchange server is down."

"So, take the day. Have a day off. If the e-mail comes back, check your e-mail, but otherwise just take the day."

We talk a bit more, during which time I express my discomfort with this whole "having a day off" thing and she sympathizes. She and I then determine that we should probably call others from our group to let them know about the power outage and all, and then we hang up.

I call [profile] seborn and get her voicemail. I leave a message and then call [personal profile] mabfan back.

"[Boss] is sending me home," I say.

"OK," [personal profile] mabfan says. "Stop by here and meet my coworkers on your way home." I ask [personal profile] mabfan to e-mail [profile] twitch124, since I don't seem to have a phone number for her in my handheld.

As we're talking, [profile] seborn calls me back, and I tell her that, no, she's not dreaming and, yes, we have the day off, nominally. She says she'll pass the word along to [profile] twitch124, and we hang up.

I head toward the T, calling my parents on the way to tell them why I won't be calling at the time they expected me to call. "I'm being sent home from work," I tell Abba.

"Why?" he asks, with a tinge of "What did you do?" in his voice.

I explain about the power, the exchange server, the conversation with my boss, and tell him I'm off to visit [personal profile] mabfan and then go home. Ima picks up the other line, and I retell the story. "Take the day for you," she tells me. "Do something you don't usually do on a workday."

So, I go to [personal profile] mabfan's office, meet his coworkers, see [personal profile] saxikath there, and then I get back on the T and head home. Where I am now. So far, the "something [you] don't usually do on a workday" seems to be "sit at my diningroom table and surf the Internet." Not overly exciting, I know, but a nice change nonetheless. :-)
gnomi: (danny_what (celli))
...on a Spring afternoon, when you're swallowing pigeons in the park!

(thanks to [personal profile] mabfan for the link!)
gnomi: (WTF (lanning))
I don't usually mention dreams here, either because (a) I don't remember them for long enough after I wake up or (b) they're relatively normal and straightforward. But over Shavuot (on Saturday afternoon, I believe), I had a really bizarre dream that I recalled well enough to retell it to my parents and to [personal profile] mabfan.
Wacky Hijinks Ensued )

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