We recently acquired a little rosemary plant. If we can keep that one alive, too, who knows what we'll do next?! Look out, (gardening) world!
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 08, 2010
It's Time for the Annual Birthday Confusion!
Howdy, y'all. My friend Hils' birthday is on Wednesday. It's on February 10th. I know this because she mentioned it in an email to me today. I also know this because it's on my calendar already from last year. It's a source of confusion to me every year. You see, for some reason, I cannot disabuse my mind of the idea that her birthday is not on February 9th. So every year I have this same conversation with myself:
Self: [looking at calendar] February 10th? That can't be right. Her birthday is on the 9th. Hmm. But I wrote it down on as the 10th. Is it the 10th? No, it can't be.
It is at this point that I usually involve JLR. "Is Hils' birthday on the 9th or the 10th?" I ask. To which she replies:
"It's the 9th, isn't it?"
So happy birthday, Hils, albeit a day early! Or right on time! But probably a day early!
Self: [looking at calendar] February 10th? That can't be right. Her birthday is on the 9th. Hmm. But I wrote it down on as the 10th. Is it the 10th? No, it can't be.
It is at this point that I usually involve JLR. "Is Hils' birthday on the 9th or the 10th?" I ask. To which she replies:
"It's the 9th, isn't it?"
So happy birthday, Hils, albeit a day early! Or right on time! But probably a day early!
Saturday, February 06, 2010
Incident Report, 2-5-10
1. Spilled tea on menu and table at restaurant (but just a little bit)
2. Spilled coffee on hand
3. Spilled food off plate onto table
4. Spilled water on self
5. Spilled coffee on hand, again
6. Ran into doorway
7. Did all of the above while on a date.
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2. Spilled coffee on hand
3. Spilled food off plate onto table
4. Spilled water on self
5. Spilled coffee on hand, again
6. Ran into doorway
7. Did all of the above while on a date.
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Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Incident Report, 2-3-2010
1. Spilled tea on myself 3 times
2. Almost fell out of my chair while rolling away from my desk
3. Gave myself the shakes from drinking too much coffee
4. Failed to clear wall
5. Almost spilled coffee on myself--but just got a little on my chin instead
6. Co-worker mocked my lack of upper body strength by asking if I needed help carrying a box of plastic cups.
7. City council member mocked my lack of upper body strength. I told him about the chin-up bar I want to buy, and he asked if I was planning to use it as a clothesline.
And in other news, the peppermint plant still lives! It might need to be moved to a bigger pot, though.
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2. Almost fell out of my chair while rolling away from my desk
3. Gave myself the shakes from drinking too much coffee
4. Failed to clear wall
5. Almost spilled coffee on myself--but just got a little on my chin instead
6. Co-worker mocked my lack of upper body strength by asking if I needed help carrying a box of plastic cups.
7. City council member mocked my lack of upper body strength. I told him about the chin-up bar I want to buy, and he asked if I was planning to use it as a clothesline.
And in other news, the peppermint plant still lives! It might need to be moved to a bigger pot, though.
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Monday, January 18, 2010
Take the Shot
About a week and a half ago, I noticed that the pinky finger on my right hand looked a bit irritated--red and slightly puffy. I thought at first that it was just my usual dry, wintry-old-lady hands. But then I noticed that even when the rest of my fingers looked normal, this one did not. After checking with several websites and JLR, I decided to pay a visit to a doctor. Just in case. Not that I thought there was anything really wrong, but, you know, I didn't want to lose a finger because I thought the problem would go away on its own and left it untreated. Mistakenly thinking a medical problem is getting better (when it most definitely is not) is more JLR's thing.
But as it turns out, my finger was infected. I don't know how or when it happened. I didn't have any stuff oozing out of my finger, but infected it was just the same. So the doctor put me on antibiotics and a steroid. She offered me an antibiotics shot to get treatment off to a big start, which I declined. I didn't want to overdo it on the medication, you see. I guess I forgot that one should never take lightly an infection...but the doctor didn't. And when I came back a couple of days later for a follow-up visit, I was given another antibiotic to take, since I hadn't taken the shot. I don't know if it was one the medicines or the combination, but something did not sit well. So during the next week I had alternating bouts of nausea and shakiness and exhaustion.
At work I acted like EVERYTHING IS OKAY, NO NEED TO FEEL SORRY FOR ME, and so, of course, no one did. And so of course I didn't feel like I could take any sick time, especially since someone else would have had to take over a project that was due on Friday.
Yuck.
The point of this post is simply this: when the doctor offers, take the shot.
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But as it turns out, my finger was infected. I don't know how or when it happened. I didn't have any stuff oozing out of my finger, but infected it was just the same. So the doctor put me on antibiotics and a steroid. She offered me an antibiotics shot to get treatment off to a big start, which I declined. I didn't want to overdo it on the medication, you see. I guess I forgot that one should never take lightly an infection...but the doctor didn't. And when I came back a couple of days later for a follow-up visit, I was given another antibiotic to take, since I hadn't taken the shot. I don't know if it was one the medicines or the combination, but something did not sit well. So during the next week I had alternating bouts of nausea and shakiness and exhaustion.
At work I acted like EVERYTHING IS OKAY, NO NEED TO FEEL SORRY FOR ME, and so, of course, no one did. And so of course I didn't feel like I could take any sick time, especially since someone else would have had to take over a project that was due on Friday.
Yuck.
The point of this post is simply this: when the doctor offers, take the shot.
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Monday, December 14, 2009
Plants again!
My success with growing (read: not killing) both jalepeno plants and sweet potato plants this year has encouraged me to keep trying. JLR and I recently bought a peppermint plant. This one is going to be tricky. I can't leave it in any of our home's prime windowsill locations because Wally will eat it. So during the day I leave it in the one window Wally can't reach, but this window isn't insulated very well, and with the cold temperatures, the plant has been looking a bit pitiful lately. And by "lately," I mean, "basically since the day after I brought it home."
But I'm hopeful yet.
Come on, little peppermint, you can do it!
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But I'm hopeful yet.
Come on, little peppermint, you can do it!
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Problems with English
I don't know if it's a lack of sleep, a lack of proper nutrition, or just generally getting older, but JLR and I have been having some problems speaking properly. The other night, for example, she told me that she was having breathing problems, "because of the nases." I think she meant her sinus/nasal passages? I couldn't laugh at her because earlier that evening I had made quite a statement of my own.
We were listening to Christmas music on an online radio station. I really liked one song, and JLR told me that it was a Manheim Steamroller song. I was surprised. Not that I don't like any of their music, mind you, but it's not generally my taste. I wanted to say, "Get out!" but my brain was having none of it. It reached for something similar, something that would do, and before I could stop it, my mouth spat it out.
"Go home!" I said with gusto.
Go home. I just--I don't know.
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We were listening to Christmas music on an online radio station. I really liked one song, and JLR told me that it was a Manheim Steamroller song. I was surprised. Not that I don't like any of their music, mind you, but it's not generally my taste. I wanted to say, "Get out!" but my brain was having none of it. It reached for something similar, something that would do, and before I could stop it, my mouth spat it out.
"Go home!" I said with gusto.
Go home. I just--I don't know.
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Planning in a Small City
I work for a city of about 7,000 people and about 6 1/2 square miles. Definitely a small city. We're in an urbanized area, however, and are surrounded by larger cities. The city bordering us to the west has about 750,000 people, and the one sharing our eastern border has about 300,000. Many of our problems, then, are distinctly urban in nature. But despite finding ourselves in the midst of big cities, we still have to deal with rural-type problems, and when we do, well, the suburbanite in me is tickled pink. I can't help it.
Today, a co-worker and I were driving around town posting signs about an upcoming meeting, when my co-worker pointed out that Mr. Carter's goats had gotten out of his field and had wandered into the cemetery next door. Mind you, they weren't in the part with graves, but still. It had potential to become An Issue. After all, who would want to see their loved ones' gravestones being nibbled on by wayward goats? I needn't have worried, though. When I drove back by a little bit later, the goats had moved on. They had somehow circumvented the fence and were now calmly grazing across the street in front of the insurance office.
Today, a co-worker and I were driving around town posting signs about an upcoming meeting, when my co-worker pointed out that Mr. Carter's goats had gotten out of his field and had wandered into the cemetery next door. Mind you, they weren't in the part with graves, but still. It had potential to become An Issue. After all, who would want to see their loved ones' gravestones being nibbled on by wayward goats? I needn't have worried, though. When I drove back by a little bit later, the goats had moved on. They had somehow circumvented the fence and were now calmly grazing across the street in front of the insurance office.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Conference
Last month, I went to a professional conference on the coast. The warm weather and beach view were great, as was the break from work--oh, no, wait. There was no break. I took my computer and worked in my hotel room at night. Except--there were two nights when I hung out with other professionals at the pre-arranged evening conference activities and the later trips to local bars. And I had no idea people acted that crazy when they're away from home. See, when I'd been at conferences before, I'd skipped the evening activities. But now I see what I've been missing. This appears to be the typical conference agenda:
First day:
Attend workshops all day. Go out drinking with other attendees until midnight.
Second day:
Get up in time to attend all day workshops. Go out drinking with other attendees until, oh, 1 or 2 in the morning when the bars close. Go to IHOP.
Third day:
Repeat activities from second day, except go to game room in swanky resort hotel to play shuffle board instead of going to IHOP.
Fourth day:
Improve on activities from 2nd and 3rd days by hiring a mini-bus to drive you around so you don't have to worry about drinking and driving while bar-hopping.
Y'all, I have no idea how they do it. I'm younger than most of the people I hung around with, and I hadn't a hope of participating in their, um, scheduled activities. There was no way. I stayed up with them on the 2nd and 3rd nights, and even without drinking I couldn't stay awake as long as they could.
And also, there were so many times when I wanted to say, "Does your wife know you're behaving like that?!?"
They're crazy, y'all.
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First day:
Attend workshops all day. Go out drinking with other attendees until midnight.
Second day:
Get up in time to attend all day workshops. Go out drinking with other attendees until, oh, 1 or 2 in the morning when the bars close. Go to IHOP.
Third day:
Repeat activities from second day, except go to game room in swanky resort hotel to play shuffle board instead of going to IHOP.
Fourth day:
Improve on activities from 2nd and 3rd days by hiring a mini-bus to drive you around so you don't have to worry about drinking and driving while bar-hopping.
Y'all, I have no idea how they do it. I'm younger than most of the people I hung around with, and I hadn't a hope of participating in their, um, scheduled activities. There was no way. I stayed up with them on the 2nd and 3rd nights, and even without drinking I couldn't stay awake as long as they could.
And also, there were so many times when I wanted to say, "Does your wife know you're behaving like that?!?"
They're crazy, y'all.
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Saturday, October 03, 2009
I wish I could work on a project with Danica McKellar...
...because then I'd have a finite Erdős-Bacon number.
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Yum!
Tonight, JLR made a delicious tomato basil soup, totally from scratch. Well, she did use a wee smidge of leftover tomato sauce. But she also chopped and cooked down fresh tomatoes, she added the right amount of seasoning, she figured out how much other stuff to throw in to thicken it and make it taste good, grain-free and impatientbee-and-impatientchicken-allergen-free. And oh, how it does taste good!
Good job, JLR!
(This is a noteworthy accomplishment because neither JLR nor I are good at cooking. Our list of failures is much, much longer than our list of successes.)
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Good job, JLR!
(This is a noteworthy accomplishment because neither JLR nor I are good at cooking. Our list of failures is much, much longer than our list of successes.)
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Saturday, September 19, 2009
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Dear ArcMap,
I appreciate your working with me on georeferencing our zoning map, I really do. I just wish--and don't take offense and stop working--I do wish that it hadn't taken all day for this to happen. All day and part of my evening.
Oh, it's the computer's fault you say? But it runs my other programs just fine. Not that I'm accusing you of causing problems! Please don't stop working.
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In other news, the co-workers have been commenting on the state of my office. In particular, they have been commenting on the barrenness of the walls. Yes, the walls probably would look better if I put up pictures or something, but I don't like to personalize my work space too much. I'm going to have to do something, though, just so that my co-workers won't think I'm strange. Also, one of the city council members said my office looked like a bureaucrat's office.
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Oh, it's the computer's fault you say? But it runs my other programs just fine. Not that I'm accusing you of causing problems! Please don't stop working.
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In other news, the co-workers have been commenting on the state of my office. In particular, they have been commenting on the barrenness of the walls. Yes, the walls probably would look better if I put up pictures or something, but I don't like to personalize my work space too much. I'm going to have to do something, though, just so that my co-workers won't think I'm strange. Also, one of the city council members said my office looked like a bureaucrat's office.
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Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Watermelon, I Love You
I ate a pound of watermelon today. I know this not only because the package said it contained a pound of this yummy, sweet, watery treat but also because I weighed myself before and after eating the watermelon.
If I had had more, I would have eaten it.
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If I had had more, I would have eaten it.
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Friday, August 14, 2009
Ha Ha, You Will Not Compress My Old Files!
God bless those folks over at Halff. They’re happy to answer my GIS questions as best they can. I say “as best they can” not to disparage their ability to use GIS but rather to indicate the number of GIS-related issues I’ve been having that don’t seem to have an obvious solution. You know the kind; you explain the problem to the tech people, they offer a solution, you tell them you’ve already tried that (many times), and they say, “Huh. That should have worked.”
Anyway, so I’ve been having some computer-ish problems. And this only serves to remind me that I’ve already reached that stage in life when new technologies (or updates to old ones) leave one completely baffled. For instance, on Facebook, I cannot figure out how to figure out what groups I’m in.
This is me on Facebook (see red part of the pie chart):
(Thank you, GraphJam). [http://graphjam.com/page/7/]
My point in saying all this is that just now, when I ran a Disk Cleanup, I refused to let the computer compress my old files. I’m sure this would help my computer a lot, but somehow, it just seems like it would mess up my files, that somehow my files will be lower in quality. I know this is unreasonable, but I can’t help feeling that way, and so no, thank you, do not compress my old files, Computer. I saw that you checked that little box to compress them, but I’m unchecking it. Oh, yes.
Anyway, so I’ve been having some computer-ish problems. And this only serves to remind me that I’ve already reached that stage in life when new technologies (or updates to old ones) leave one completely baffled. For instance, on Facebook, I cannot figure out how to figure out what groups I’m in.
This is me on Facebook (see red part of the pie chart):
(Thank you, GraphJam). [http://graphjam.com/page/7/]
My point in saying all this is that just now, when I ran a Disk Cleanup, I refused to let the computer compress my old files. I’m sure this would help my computer a lot, but somehow, it just seems like it would mess up my files, that somehow my files will be lower in quality. I know this is unreasonable, but I can’t help feeling that way, and so no, thank you, do not compress my old files, Computer. I saw that you checked that little box to compress them, but I’m unchecking it. Oh, yes.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Incident Report, 08.11.09
1. Spilled coffee on my pants.
2. Spilled coffee on my shirt and pants.
3. Left out a few words from a legal notice for a public hearing, and now we have to re-run the ad ($) and postpone the hearing. I think the notice was still good, but my supervisor disagrees, and so I had to make the "I'm sorry we can't hear your case yet" phone call to the applicant. All this after our finance director explicitly told all departments they need to be extra careful about sticking to their projected expenditures for the rest of the fiscal year.
4. Was really excited to find an elementary school classmate on Facebook and added him to my friends list, only to discover after reading his profile and wall postings that we have just as little in common now as we did 12 years ago, and maybe reconnecting wasn't a good idea after all. Could be awkward. His status messages all seem to be about partying, drinking, and Prodigy, and my status messages do not. (But I used to think one of the guys from Prodigy was cute; does that count for something?)
5. Hit self in face with windshield sun blocker thing, hope none of my co-workers saw it.
But at least I didn't fall down, right?
2. Spilled coffee on my shirt and pants.
3. Left out a few words from a legal notice for a public hearing, and now we have to re-run the ad ($) and postpone the hearing. I think the notice was still good, but my supervisor disagrees, and so I had to make the "I'm sorry we can't hear your case yet" phone call to the applicant. All this after our finance director explicitly told all departments they need to be extra careful about sticking to their projected expenditures for the rest of the fiscal year.
4. Was really excited to find an elementary school classmate on Facebook and added him to my friends list, only to discover after reading his profile and wall postings that we have just as little in common now as we did 12 years ago, and maybe reconnecting wasn't a good idea after all. Could be awkward. His status messages all seem to be about partying, drinking, and Prodigy, and my status messages do not. (But I used to think one of the guys from Prodigy was cute; does that count for something?)
5. Hit self in face with windshield sun blocker thing, hope none of my co-workers saw it.
But at least I didn't fall down, right?
Thursday, July 30, 2009
You Keep Forgetting I'm New
A slight problem at work, I think my superiors keep forgetting that I’m new. Not just new to this city, but new to the planning profession in general. Several times lately, we’ve been in meetings about important projects, and someone looks at me and says, “Have you done the such-and-such yet?”
Blink. Blink-blink-blink-blink.
Oh, was I supposed to do that, then?
I didn’t know that. Because I’m new…to everything .
Another work issue:
I’ve had to listen to tapes of myself speaking at meetings, and I’ve noticed a disturbing speech pattern of mine in these situations.
It goes like this:
Normal speed, normal speed, normal speed, really…slow…at…end…of…sen…tence.
Example:
“Item n, the Commission agreed to recommend adopting language similar to that used in [other city] concerning the screening of compressors, and we should meet with [gas company] to get more information on this top…ic. And then you’re approving the language suggested by staff concerning noise levels. All we have from [the gas company] is what we gave…to…you. Concerning the screening of compressors, I have a suggestion there, borrowed from [other city], and this would be added to the proposed section a…bove.”
It doesn’t happen with every sentence, but it does happen often enough to be noticeable. Bother.
Also, I almost fell out of chair yesterday. This was at home, so only JLR saw me.
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Blink. Blink-blink-blink-blink.
Oh, was I supposed to do that, then?
I didn’t know that. Because I’m new…to everything .
Another work issue:
I’ve had to listen to tapes of myself speaking at meetings, and I’ve noticed a disturbing speech pattern of mine in these situations.
It goes like this:
Normal speed, normal speed, normal speed, really…slow…at…end…of…sen…tence.
Example:
“Item n, the Commission agreed to recommend adopting language similar to that used in [other city] concerning the screening of compressors, and we should meet with [gas company] to get more information on this top…ic. And then you’re approving the language suggested by staff concerning noise levels. All we have from [the gas company] is what we gave…to…you. Concerning the screening of compressors, I have a suggestion there, borrowed from [other city], and this would be added to the proposed section a…bove.”
It doesn’t happen with every sentence, but it does happen often enough to be noticeable. Bother.
Also, I almost fell out of chair yesterday. This was at home, so only JLR saw me.
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Sunday, July 26, 2009
Good job, Masterpiece Mystery. You totally screwed up again.
Why, why , WHY did I spend an hour and a half of my precious little free time watching that horrible excuse for an Agatha Christie?
And will Masterpiece Mystery ever get it right? Ever?
I beginning to doubt it. I don't think I will be watching anymore of their Christie adaptations. They've messed it up too many times now.
Is it too much to ask that they at least pretend to keep the same plot? Or characters? Or motives?
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And will Masterpiece Mystery ever get it right? Ever?
I beginning to doubt it. I don't think I will be watching anymore of their Christie adaptations. They've messed it up too many times now.
Is it too much to ask that they at least pretend to keep the same plot? Or characters? Or motives?
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Saturday, July 11, 2009
No Incidents Lately
Hello. There have been no incidents to report lately. There have been several misses, several almost-run-in-to-wall moments and similar moments, but nothing major to report. Well, that's not true. The other day I was shaking my spill-proof (I thought) drink container, and green tea came splashing out. I don't think I spilled anyway--no, wait. I did spill on myself. Okay, so there has been one incident.
Also, I keep accidentally choosing "print" instead of "print selection" at work so that instead of printing a 2-page excerpt from the city code, I print an entire chapter. So now I have several complete copies of the planning and zoning code in a desk drawer at work. But other than that, everything has been incident-free, really.
And that's because JLR is having all of the incidents. I declare, that woman has spilled more and dropped more in the past couple of weeks than I've seen happen to one person in a long time. While I hope it gets better for her, I hope that when it does get better, she doesn't pass it back to me.
Also, I keep accidentally choosing "print" instead of "print selection" at work so that instead of printing a 2-page excerpt from the city code, I print an entire chapter. So now I have several complete copies of the planning and zoning code in a desk drawer at work. But other than that, everything has been incident-free, really.
And that's because JLR is having all of the incidents. I declare, that woman has spilled more and dropped more in the past couple of weeks than I've seen happen to one person in a long time. While I hope it gets better for her, I hope that when it does get better, she doesn't pass it back to me.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Gee, I can’t wait to graduate and not have to do so much research...oh. Never mind.
This is what I get for saying so often that research was the part of school I liked the most. I should have told everyone that hanging out with friends at the coffee place was what I liked best about school.
Hi. At my new-ish job, we’re revising several of our ordinances. To prepare for ordinance revisions, one does a bit of research on issues, possible ways to address said issues, how other cities have changed their ordinances, and possible additional problems that may stem from trying to address the original problems though ordinances. Only as it turns out, it’s not just a bit of research; it’s a lot of research. It’s a lot of working until midnight, with just a break for dinner and shower.
I like having a real planning job, and I like my co-workers; I just wish I had a wee smidgen of free time.
And if you’re wondering why I’ve been posting even less frequently than usual, this is why.
In other news, I embarrassed myself in front of one of our city council members by demonstrating my complete lack of mathematical ability. He said he gets to the gym at 4:30 in the morning (I know!) and is still there at 7:30 when another council member gets there.
Me: I don’t know what I’d do at the gym for 4 hours.
Him: It’s 3 hours.
Great.
I had to present our strategic plan to the city council last week, and the city manager told me to take about 45 minutes. It took me 4 minutes. I was debating inwardly about whether I should try to stretch it out some more, you know, maybe read every page of the plan to them, when I looked around the council chambers and noticed one of the council members sorting his mail, paying his bills. And then I wasn’t so worried about taking up their time. To be fair to him, they had all read the strategic plan before, there was nothing new—and it made me feel much better about being 41 minutes short of material.
Also, minor incident report: I was using the work-issued headphones to transcribe minutes from the Planning & Zoning Commission, and used only one hand to yank the headphones off my head. What I didn’t realize is that the metal earpiece/headband part is attached to the cord by a magnet…and when I yanked the cord too hard, the metal earpiece snapped back onto my head.
And that’s me lately.
Hi. At my new-ish job, we’re revising several of our ordinances. To prepare for ordinance revisions, one does a bit of research on issues, possible ways to address said issues, how other cities have changed their ordinances, and possible additional problems that may stem from trying to address the original problems though ordinances. Only as it turns out, it’s not just a bit of research; it’s a lot of research. It’s a lot of working until midnight, with just a break for dinner and shower.
I like having a real planning job, and I like my co-workers; I just wish I had a wee smidgen of free time.
And if you’re wondering why I’ve been posting even less frequently than usual, this is why.
In other news, I embarrassed myself in front of one of our city council members by demonstrating my complete lack of mathematical ability. He said he gets to the gym at 4:30 in the morning (I know!) and is still there at 7:30 when another council member gets there.
Me: I don’t know what I’d do at the gym for 4 hours.
Him: It’s 3 hours.
Great.
I had to present our strategic plan to the city council last week, and the city manager told me to take about 45 minutes. It took me 4 minutes. I was debating inwardly about whether I should try to stretch it out some more, you know, maybe read every page of the plan to them, when I looked around the council chambers and noticed one of the council members sorting his mail, paying his bills. And then I wasn’t so worried about taking up their time. To be fair to him, they had all read the strategic plan before, there was nothing new—and it made me feel much better about being 41 minutes short of material.
Also, minor incident report: I was using the work-issued headphones to transcribe minutes from the Planning & Zoning Commission, and used only one hand to yank the headphones off my head. What I didn’t realize is that the metal earpiece/headband part is attached to the cord by a magnet…and when I yanked the cord too hard, the metal earpiece snapped back onto my head.
And that’s me lately.
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