Category Archives: Random Thoughts

damned formatting

I am so unhappy with my new theme. No matter how I format while writing, SHAAN decides where the breaks are going to come and how spread out it will be. Grrr… (breathe in, breathe out, Ned, breathe in, breathe out, Mr Tater)

This is the weekend of Try 1000 Themes til I find the right one. Even if I have to <gulp> PAY for it.

 

 

 

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Happy WP Birthday, DataTater!

2 Year Anniversary Achievement

Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!
You registered on WordPress.com 2 years ago!
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging!
Wow – 2 years of DataTatering. And you know what? It’s STILL all small stuff.
And yes, I still DO sweat the fuck out of it sometimes,  I’m only human; but before I get to the point of actually acting out on my freakout or rage or terror or angst or despair, I TRY to remember to take a couple of deep breaths, think about Ned and Mr Tater and the good things in life, and tone it down to spazzout or anger or fright or worry or sadness. THOSE I can deal with.
Hope everyone has a freakout-free New Year’s Eve and here’s to another year of blathering idiocy! 🙂

Totally Underwater Tuesday

I just realized I haven’t posted anything since Christmas Eve; I guess I just didn’t have anything to say. If we HAD been planning to have coffee over this past weekend, I probably would have just not answered the door and let you wander away, un-caffeinated.

It has been a horrible week at work and it’s only Tuesday. It’s not that I have so much actual WORK to do, in fact I have just the RIGHT amount of work to do – enough to keep me busy and challenged, but not enough to make me weep.

So what’s putting me underwater?  Well, let’s see. Within a ONE HOUR period, I got all of these:

Can you send the PDF of CID in portrait mode

Me: Sure, let me drop everything and whip one of those up for you.

The code and description tables are manual tables?

Me: Yep, as  I had explained to you when we created them. And which you said, “oh, ok” to, in the email which I have RIGHT HERE.

Weight limit was 1,000,000,000.  Is it legit value ? or someone just typed in ?

Me: Whadda YOU think? You think we have trucks that can hold ONE BILLION POUNDS?

I have updated attached mapping document with following highlighted missing columns and rules, please let me know if anything needs to be changed.

Me: Mapping is YOUR JOB! But sure, let me drop everything and go over YOUR work with a magnifying glass since you don’t know how to do it properly in the first place. And be sure to ask ME to do it, not someone on your own team because then they might find out how LITTLE YOU DO AROUND HERE!!!!

<deep cleansing breaths>

Ok, I’m sorry. I’m all better now. And now, let’s find something GOOD to say, to balance the karma of the universe.   …

OH – I know. The new person on our team is working out VERY well. She’s picking things up after being told only ONCE, she’s volunteering for things, she gets my JOKES – I can’t WAIT to dump a couple of my nightmare projects on her. YAY!!!!

I promise to try to post something FUN to read before the weekend comes. Honestly.  How about a story from the childhood vault?  In Which Uncle Shorty Throws the Cards in the Fire.  (oops, too late for a spoiler alert on that one); How about In Which I Hike Around The Island With a Sandwich and a Book. Hmm, not much story left now.  I’ll work on it.

 

Don’t Get Old!

Three minutes and two seconds into The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby – Him

The He is lying on the ground, and the She is kneeling over him, and they are both laughing their asses off, because they’ve just pulled off a dine-and-dash, and ALL I can think of is, oh hell, I’d so be peein’ em right about then.

And at this point I’d like to insert a clip of Kristen Wiig in MacGruber when she says “yep, I peed ’em”, but I can’t find it. Curse you, YouTube! 

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Fun 2015

For whatever reason prompts these people to do these things, our weekly team status meeting was pre-emptied* this week by a session of Team Building Fun.  For those of you who only know about Team Building from TV and movies, let me tell you a little secret.

It’s not all country house weekends and falling backwards into someone’s outstretched arms, and then uncovering a plot to <insert goofy plot here.> This one was sitting around the conference table gluing little pieces of plastic stuff together.

I made a penguin with, apparently, a black eye (talking about Hillary at a Trump party, no doubt), and a snowman with sparkly purple shmutz all over himself. The Kill Me Now scarf was in reaction to the Klassic Kountry Kristmas Karols we listened to while having this fun.

I’m not a fan of this thing. I participate… see my shmutzy snowman?, but I don’t enjoy. However…. Coming up next week, we have another corporate fun event that I actually MIGHT like. I certainly hope I do… mostly of course, because it will be me doing it, so I want to enjoy it. But partly I want to enjoy it so I can tell YOU how much fun it was!!!

Aren’t you excited? Sharing in y corporate fun? YAY, corporate fun!

How about you? Any thrilling corporate fun activities this season? Do tell.

* I actually meant preempted, but auto-spell, or whatever his name is, though pre-emptied was better, and on reflection, so did I. Emptied of all the joy of the season. Grinch, grinch, whinge, crab. 😠

Am I Doing Good?

There’s a woman I work with whose native language is not American English, and when I pass her in the hall, she invariably says, “Hello, how are you doing?” I answer in my slovenly fashion, “uhh, good, thanks, howah you?”

She always says “I’m doing good”. Not “I’m doin’ good”, but DOING. I’m DOING good.

It struck me the other day, that makes it sound like she’s out there in the world Mother Theresa-ing around saving and helping, and I thought, ‘Am I doing any good?’

 

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But maybe I’ll work on it.

 

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