This one is likely to be more relatable for the guys than the gals, but we'll see. The bathrooms at work are laid out such that you open the door, walk down a little 5 foot hallway and then round the end (180 degree turn) to get to the urinals. Naturally this leads to a lot of go to the bathroom, turn the corner, almost run into the back of a guy. Obviously this is not the wisest of layouts but you get used to the concept and learn to round the corner a little more slowly depending on need. Anyway. I round the corner and there's a guy using the urinal so I turn away and move down the line. Now normally the brain takes in just enough information to tell the legs to not proceed forward and as little else as possible, but this time more manages to make it into my consious. I realize that both of this guy's arms are down at his side while he's using the urinal (auditory clues indicate he is actively using it). Now maybe I'm in a miniority and don't know it, but usually this sort of activity has at least one of my hands occupied. So now I've got this mental picture of a guy just letting it sail, pissing wherever the laws of hydrodynamics decide to send it. Maybe he's got really good aim, or maybe no one ever taught him, or maybe he's just pissed at the janitor.
October 2006 Archives
Would you rather be a "Big Fish" in a little pond or a "Little Fish" in an ocean? I can never remember what the answer to that is supposed to be. But I'm pretty sure I'm "Little Fish" now, or at least one of the lower residents of Totem Pole city. What is all this inane babbling you ask? Well we launch the new version of xbox.com on next tuesday and we need 24 hour covereage of test, dev and ops for the following three days. My two shifts? 10pm to 6am on tuesday night and 3am to 7am on thursday morning.
Welcome to suckville - population, me. It wouldn't be so bad except that when I quipped, "I'll have to bring in some games and movies to stay awake" the more experienced dev said "you think you'll have time to play games?". Man I really wish I could tell if he was joking.
Also, just because I feel like sharing it, while rewiring the lighting in my kitchen I found a mummified mouse. Long dead under piles of insulation he was wafer thin and dry. I just wish I could figure out how his head managed to be completely flat - the skull had to go somewhere...
I used to say that having a window office would be torture. During the summer you'd see the sun and want to be outside and during the winter I'd see the snow and, well, want to be outside. Well I'm here to tell you that even in the fall it's a pain. Since moving to Zune I've been moved from a cubicle to sharing an office with this view:
Really, it's a wonder I get anything done. I watched three hawks cicle the field this morning for about a half hour. I think they've started patrolling in groups now since a while ago I saw one get harried by a whole flock of little birds which I can only assume were starlings - Jeni was right, those little guys are bastards.
Really, it's a wonder I get anything done. I watched three hawks cicle the field this morning for about a half hour. I think they've started patrolling in groups now since a while ago I saw one get harried by a whole flock of little birds which I can only assume were starlings - Jeni was right, those little guys are bastards.
I suppose it won't matter in a month or two when we move back to the "open floor plan" of bear creek. I just hope this time they have enough power wired up so that we can have the lights on.
