Now Stretch This:
Sunday I woke up sore. I had ballet on Saturday morning and I had worked hard. I've made a small break through and feel like I'm make progress again. The downside is sore muscles. I stood up out of bed and felt the ache. Uh-oh. How did I do that? I went through my checklist. Plee? No. Tondue? Nope. Relevee? Wrong again. Battement? Maybe. I can feel that a little. Arabesque attitude? Bingo! We have a winner! And now we know. Except knowing is not half the battle in this case. Walking around with a sore butt all day is the battle. I padded off to the living room to try to find some way to stretch that.
Retaining My Title of Resident Office Geek:
In my office we get really excited about stupid crap we find on the internet. I imagine that this is a common idle occupation in all offices. Last week a co-worker came in from a field project covered in dirt and straight into my office. He was very excited. He was going to email me a link he found but decided just to bring me the url instead of waiting for me to check my mail. He directed me to www.filk.com. I didn't even turn around to my keyboard. "Filk, huh? Star Trek folk music." "You've heard of it? Darn!" It amuses me when people try to out-geek me and fail. It can be done; don't get me wrong. But you better speak unix to do it. I then informed my co-worker that his home in Sacramento is not only in the capital city of California but also the capital city of Star Trek metal bands for the world. He had no idea. Micro-niches. It just goes to show you how wonderfully diverse the universe can be.
What's That Smell?:
An unnamed, well-intentioned co-worker came into the office early on Monday morning and found that something was amiss with her internet connection. Bless her heart, she decided to try to troubleshoot the problem without me. She established that the ethernet switch under her desk which disperses network connections to her computer and the plotter was not functioning. An accurate assessment. She then determined that it was not the box itself, but the power adapter plugged into it that was not functioning properly. Also an accurate assessment. She then set off to the store to acquire a new AC adapter, bringing the old cable with her for comparative purposes. I applaud her efforts in initiative and deduction. Here, unfortunately is where she went amiss. It may not seem like a big deal, but those little numbers on the adapter that relate to voltage are pretty important. Scratch that. Really important. This particular co-worker managed to find an adapter at the store that matched most of the numbers on the old one. Good enough, right? Wrong.
And now my office smells like deep fried plastic. Ah well. Chalk it up to lessons learned and blog fodder.