I went to help an old lady onto the bus—she had two cast-clad legs and six grocery bags hanging off her arm. She said thanks but no thanks, because I could only help by taking the bags and she explained they needed to stay on her arm for when she got off.She then talked at me for the rest of the trip.
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I had my remaining natural hip scanned for degradation.
Our building's sclerotic network landed causing no end of frustration—the price you pay when all your work is done via a network. At one point I yelled at SharePoint and that, combined with a brain-hurting email, meant I had to walk it off.So I walked it off.
I went to the end-of-year fete in spite of the noise and crowds because, well, it was the fucking end-of-year fete.I medicated as much as I could then slid in to enjoy myself.It was my fault. I should have known that the fire engine display behind me would of course display its horn. It blared, sudden and loud, in a sonic wave aimed it seemed at the back of my head.My body entered fight (slash) flight and I yelled brightly "gotta go!" and then headed with speed for the car.
Not only did I get the door fixed I got a story of how it got broke—and how to fix it for next time.I had to sign it off with my finger. Later I pressed the button to see it sproing open and marvelled at my minor accomplishment.Mikey see bad, Mikey order fix.WFTW.
The arrival of a messenger is a literary tradition in plays going back to Grog grunting at Snark about Sniznar's message from the Beast People. Shakespeare has a bunch of them I am sure; protagonists reacting to messenger-borne news.My friend dropped past. He told me of ill and it's the second time he's done it. It's not his fault—it was on topic—but I realise now he's the messenger in my dramedy.
"Danger! High Voltage" by Electric Six.
After a late start from a medical I hit the keyboard with fingers flying with just human physicality getting in my way because I could not type as fast as I could think.I've fucked off worrying about typing noise as well. I'm in countdown mode and to work as fast as I need to I cannot be pecking a key at a time.I finalised a project then threw it up the chain. It was one I started, got resourced then ready for implementation.
There is magic in a name—and it's a theme in fantasy books whose best exemplar is Earthsea. Name a thing and have its power.I didn't mean to; it slipped out. But when I said it then it was a perfect fit.Consultant.WFTW.
We finished our refresh of white goods, gone the goods that helped when purchased new some 20 years before. A handsome stainless steel finish job is the fridge and the mini-freezer energy sucker has been replaced by a bigger, less-energy intense effort. The new dryer is up on the wall—and lowered by a centimetre over the last one which makes it easier for a short man like me to use.