Nippon Ham Sandwich

[dr4b]

I had my review at work today, and it was funny, because I quoted my old boss, Jean Siegel, at my current boss: "Deanna will someday be God's gift to API documentation... if she ever learns to wake up by noon."

I'm working on it! Really! It went fine otherwise. And of course, now I'm trying to be God's gift to Perl hacking anyway.

They took our network down at work today, so I left at 5:40pm, earlier than I expected. I called Megan, and she and Heidi were going to the gym tonight, so I tagged along with them. We lifted weights, ran and walked, lifted more, stretched, and by the time we'd showered and left the gym it was already like 9pm. Yeesh.

I decided I wanted a ham sandwich for dinner, but I realized I didn't actually have any bread. Actually, I didn't have any ham either, and since I had some time on my hands, I went up to Central Market for a change, which means I could get normal groceries and also get things like raspberry-yogurt-covered pretzels, and mochi ice cream and all. And ham, of course. Can't have a ham sandwich without ham.

Armed with my ham sandwich, I wasted the rest of the evening doing a variety of stuff around here, including working more on reorganizing my computer, archiving some old stuff to DVD, searching through pictures, watching the first episode of Fire Boys, and playing some Karaoke Revolution in-between stuff. Fire Boys has the potential to be a good show if I can actually watch it -- it has Yamada Takayuki starring as a rookie fireman, and in the first episode even, there's a prolonged scene where he nearly gets himself killed trying to rescue someone from a burning building, and I could barely breathe while watching it. Oi.

I've also been trying to read Oguri Shun's diary on his official site and it's making my brain hurt. It's cute that he's hand-written it and scanned it in, but it'd be so much easier to read if it were typed... he's also left-handed and his writing is about as weird as mine, but in Japanese. Also, I think if he were any happier, his head would explode.

Tomorrow I should hopefully get around the neighborhood to scout out a few places for Zach, and also get to Jeff's birthday dinner, and maybe either watch the WBC if I can get ahold of Oren or go to Tacoma to play games for post-birthday. We'll see.

Now I lay me down to sleep -- pray the pager doesn't beep.

Comments

[rjmccall.livejournal.com]

My supervisor has recently been nagging me about pretty much the same thing, actually — I've been in a rut of arriving at work after noon for several weeks.

[dr4b]

RJMCCALL!!!!

Yeah, maybe it's the whole corporate overlords thing, then. :)

[rjmccall.livejournal.com]

DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE cough cough hack hack hack

To be fair, in my case, the corporate overlords have merely sapped my will to show up approximately on time. :) Although I sucked at getting to work by 10am even well before the acqusition.

[cellio]

"Deanna will someday be God's gift to API documentation... if she ever learns to wake up by noon."

*laugh* Yes, I remember her saying that. :-) (I ran into her Friday night, by the way.)

[bhudson.livejournal.com]

I used to have huge trouble getting to my 10am meetings only five minutes late, with wet hair and coffee & pastry in hand.

Now it's an odd day when I can sleep past 8am.

[shandrew.livejournal.com]

In my old age I have reached the point where I am enough of a fount of knowledge that no one ever minds that i arrive at work at lunch time, and everyone has figured out that they should not schedule me for meetings before noon. life is good.

[dr4b]

You are really lucky then. On the other hand, you also work at more of a new internetty company than I do. My company got bought by GE, so we're now one of the biggest oldest companies on the planet. I mean, our founder is Thomas Edison, for crying out loud.

therefore, they don't like it when people like me show up at noon :(