A surreal day…

Today in the life of Tim:

At work, my PM guy abruptly resigned, making me a project manager as of 4:45pm today. Yeeks. I’m going to be managing people, handing out Things To Do and specifications and timelines, and be the guy chewing peoples’ asses when it doesn’t get done. Me + responsibility = a bad bad thing. I’ve already branched into a few work-related rants lately (oddly enough, not here in the ol’ bloggg), so I won’t go into the grisly details, but this means I’m going to be spending a lot of late nights this week getting things that don’t yet work to work. (Dude, you haven’t sent out the board layouts yet? Just started? We’re leaving for testing this week, and the hardware that’s going to be recording the test data hasn’t been designed yet. Fucking beautiful.)

Very-relatedly, this also means I’m now in Colorado next week bolting things (ahem, if the boards get delivered in time, and there are no fuckups, and…) underneath railcars. Bombs? (Heh, you know me too well…) Nah, wireless, strain gaugey, power harvesty, accelerometery, shake-rattle-n-rolly gigabytes-of-data recordery things. (and yet you’re still asking….bombs?…) In other words, getting to play with stuff, maybe do a little sightseeing, slacking off, taking a trip, not having to pay for it.

Walking to the T, saw this hand-lettered sign taped to a parking meter. Brainlocked for the next 20 min. trying to make it make sense…

Swung by J.R.’s for some lateish pot-luckery with her and Z*. He (a professional cards guy) taught us how to play poker…or tried to, anyway (read the deck, and me, like a big fat pop-up book with extra large print, haha). J.R. concocted a drink that layered red-yellow-green, and tasted no less than orgasmic, so I gave it the official name of Roadhead. (Hmm…ought to be documenting these concoctions on a webpage somewhere.) I got a phone call but my hands were too greasy (mmm, reference burger. Now with enough garlic to drive Boston’s vampire population underground for at least a week) to pick it up, so she did. It was F*, and he hit on her with great vigor :-)

Caught a bad vibe tonight, somewhere between midnight and 3am when I went to bed, concerning someone I consider a good friend (but who’s been sort of distant and disappearish lately). I’ve never known that to mean anything good (why don’t I ever get a good vibe, like “hey, my friend just won the lottery, developed a cure for cancer, met the girl/boy of his/her dreams and invented melt-proof ice cream, all in the same night!”). On the other hand, I was playing HalfLife 2 alone in the dark at the time, and getting the crap scared out of me about every 15 seconds, so I kind of just wrote it off as the noise floor coming up to hit me in the nose like it does sometimes. But now I’m curious…

QOTD (okay, 2005/03/30)

*Ring Ring*
Salesdroid: (yap yap yap)
GJM: “Head of electronic engineering? Yes, speaking.”
Salesdroid: (yap yap yap)
GJM: “What are you talking, is this books, magazines?”
Salesdroid: (yap yap)
GJM: “I’m sorry, but I can’t read.”

*Ring Ring*
Salesdroid: (yap yap yap)
GJM: “What? IQ department? Yes, I’m the head of the IQ department at MIDE.”
Salesdroid: (yap yap)
GJM: “No, IQ department.”
Salesdroid: (yap yap)
GJM: “I handle the IQ for the entire building. Yea… all the stupid ones go on my right, and all the clever ones, they go on the left.”

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