So I often joke that the thing powering my PC at work is a very tired little hamster, as it seems to be going slower and slower these days (according to the specs, I was last upgraded in 2007, with a not top of line desktop, for what that's worth) as it will frequently freeze due to lack of processing power and RAM. (Believe me, you fellow Windoze folks would laugh uproariously if I told you the specs -- CPUs that you no longer remember, RAM outpaced by my low budget Dell Mini netbook, the list goes on.)
With our upcoming office move later this month, there is a faint glimmer of hope (smaller than an exhausted Tinkerbell) that we might get new PCs, but my coworkers are resigned to achieving detente with their own PHs (personal hamsters, which sounds wrong, but if what we've taken to calling them).
On the bright side (well, we either find a bright side or our heads all explode, so that's motivational) we've learned to be more zen about the whole thing, like when I was working in our China offices on an even older loaner laptop. Patience, grasshopper. Or as I used to joke at an old job, a day without rebooting is like a day without sunshine. Oh wait -- our current offices have no windows.
Despite all that whinging, I really am happy to have a job I like, with coworkers I like, and of course, excellent health insurance! Woohoo! Life is pretty darn good. It's just a NYC pastime to make sarcastic comments, in a hopefully amusing manner, but if I ever turn into my perpetually complaining mother, you all have my permission to smack me upside da hayed.
Another NYC habit is to run at 90 mph, which is what my mind feels like sometimes. Just like when people land in one of the airports after a relaxing vacation on a tropical isle and start snapping at each other about the overhead luggage, my mind's been chasing pirates again (if you haven't already, you really should check out the lyrics to see what I mean).
In general though, I've been sleeping better, and the mile / two mile walks I've been taking up CPW most evenings have been helping, as has the pounding away at the keyboard of my netbook, venting all the ravings of my inner hamster on a wheel. So while the weekly WW weigh ins have been stubbornly unencouraging, my clothes inform me that I'm moving in the right direction.
And last night (!) I had a dream where The Engineer wrote to me that he was working out his things in his mind and would soon be ready to get in touch and be friends. (WTF?! Where did THAT dream come from?) My dream self then thought about it and realized that no, I didn't really want to be friends with him. Now is that reaction anger or mere acceptance? Who knows?
I do know however, that I'm off to work, to keep said nifty job, and will leave you all with the comment that the above photo was taken the night I came back from Boston and is of the main USPS building in Manhattan, that is no longer open 24/7, due to budget cuts. Isn't the Farley Building beautiful? And the cars streaking by looked cool too.
Ciao, mis amigos!
With our upcoming office move later this month, there is a faint glimmer of hope (smaller than an exhausted Tinkerbell) that we might get new PCs, but my coworkers are resigned to achieving detente with their own PHs (personal hamsters, which sounds wrong, but if what we've taken to calling them).
On the bright side (well, we either find a bright side or our heads all explode, so that's motivational) we've learned to be more zen about the whole thing, like when I was working in our China offices on an even older loaner laptop. Patience, grasshopper. Or as I used to joke at an old job, a day without rebooting is like a day without sunshine. Oh wait -- our current offices have no windows.
Despite all that whinging, I really am happy to have a job I like, with coworkers I like, and of course, excellent health insurance! Woohoo! Life is pretty darn good. It's just a NYC pastime to make sarcastic comments, in a hopefully amusing manner, but if I ever turn into my perpetually complaining mother, you all have my permission to smack me upside da hayed.
Another NYC habit is to run at 90 mph, which is what my mind feels like sometimes. Just like when people land in one of the airports after a relaxing vacation on a tropical isle and start snapping at each other about the overhead luggage, my mind's been chasing pirates again (if you haven't already, you really should check out the lyrics to see what I mean).
In general though, I've been sleeping better, and the mile / two mile walks I've been taking up CPW most evenings have been helping, as has the pounding away at the keyboard of my netbook, venting all the ravings of my inner hamster on a wheel. So while the weekly WW weigh ins have been stubbornly unencouraging, my clothes inform me that I'm moving in the right direction.
And last night (!) I had a dream where The Engineer wrote to me that he was working out his things in his mind and would soon be ready to get in touch and be friends. (WTF?! Where did THAT dream come from?) My dream self then thought about it and realized that no, I didn't really want to be friends with him. Now is that reaction anger or mere acceptance? Who knows?
I do know however, that I'm off to work, to keep said nifty job, and will leave you all with the comment that the above photo was taken the night I came back from Boston and is of the main USPS building in Manhattan, that is no longer open 24/7, due to budget cuts. Isn't the Farley Building beautiful? And the cars streaking by looked cool too.
Ciao, mis amigos!
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