I’ve just been ridiculously busy with work the past week or two. Lots of meetings, and the one fellow in the new
Helm Maintainers Group is just on a tear. Our 140+ backlog of pull requests to update the code is down to 55 in a little less than a month. So by the time I get to the end of the work day, I’m pooped. I slept in Saturday morning (delicious!) and then still ended up taking a nap later in the afternoon. Sunday was equally unproductive, since I figured I’d rather listen to my body and rest so I’d be ready for the work week. Also the house is cleaner than it’s been in a long time, so it’s been hard to motivate myself to clean it even
more (even though it needs it).
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I zipped over to Lowell General for a blood draw this morning before my doctor’s appointment later in the week. A good phlebotomist is a person to be treasured. She took one look at my arm and said, “You have good veins! You don’t even need a tourniquet!" This is in sharp contrast to when they had to call in a ringer to find a vein when I was in for my gallbladder. I always appreciate a skilled vampire when I have to give blood.
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Someone in the building has a new cat. I have heard it screaming at them a couple of times in the past few days.
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My engineering team has three managers, one in Europe, one in the US, and one in Australia. This morning the US manager (who is the senior of the three) posted on Slack “Hey team, just wanted to share that today is [Name]’s last day at [company]. Unfortunately, what we needed and what [Name] was able to offer were not in alignment, so we agreed to part ways.” Which basically means he got sacked. Yesterday he had just accepted a meeting invite with me, so he didn’t know it was coming. Well, there had probably been discussions around performance, but he probably didn’t know
when the axe was going to fall. I had wondered how he was working out, because he just never sounded like he was quite sure of himself as a manager or leader.
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My sister posted on FB that she dreamt about her two late kitties (Orange Julius and Irving). And it’s funny, because the other night I was 100% sure that a (ghost) kitty jumped up on the bed and was talking to me. Must be something that’s letting ghost kitties visit their owners this week.