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There is a lot of slippage in my head right now. It's hard to keep track of what's been happening or how I'm feeling. To add to everything below, I got triple-vaccinated this morning (covid, flu, TDAP) and I think it's starting to knock me out.
Work situation normal, all fouled up. I may have been involved in a tense, contentious meeting with the assholes in The Bad Organization -- I found out later they'd really been set up to fail, with their Bad Paper, but the whole thing didn't do anything positive for my week. In the evenings I worked on the promo case for a sweet junior engineer who totally deserves his promo, though, and I also made a winning pitch to a very neurospicy person to come and join my team to... uh, basically avoid getting in bad performance trouble. Their current team is a lousy fit, and I have a pocket of one team where he'll have the right kind of work to do plus a ready-made work bestie. It felt good to be able to do that. Saving a starfish, even as I drown in the ocean myself.
On Thursday I saw St Vincent in concert, with the squirrel. It was at the end of a long and corporate day, and it took a while for either of us to loosen up and get into it, but Annie Clark put on a very good show with gothic sensibilities; I took at least one cool picture and drank a tall can of Angry Orchard, and we bopped in our seats to this setlist. So that was some respite.
Handstands have actually been going well lately, in their glacial fashion. I'm getting a better feeling for pike pressing from elevated surfaces and have been making progress again. My new record is 29", which I've done twice without feeling I was maxing out my strength. And I picked up a couple of new tips from a visiting coach who was running a workshop here this Saturday.
I had dinner with an ex so ancient that he's really not an ex, just a friend, now. We hadn't seen each other in person for a long, long time. Conversation was mostly nice but I wasn't really able to tell how happy he is; his career doesn't reflect his college dream, and his marriage is sounding kind of arms-length in several ways. It rattled me slightly. But I have so much work due this week that I'm sure I'll stop thinking about it in very short order.
Work situation normal, all fouled up. I may have been involved in a tense, contentious meeting with the assholes in The Bad Organization -- I found out later they'd really been set up to fail, with their Bad Paper, but the whole thing didn't do anything positive for my week. In the evenings I worked on the promo case for a sweet junior engineer who totally deserves his promo, though, and I also made a winning pitch to a very neurospicy person to come and join my team to... uh, basically avoid getting in bad performance trouble. Their current team is a lousy fit, and I have a pocket of one team where he'll have the right kind of work to do plus a ready-made work bestie. It felt good to be able to do that. Saving a starfish, even as I drown in the ocean myself.
On Thursday I saw St Vincent in concert, with the squirrel. It was at the end of a long and corporate day, and it took a while for either of us to loosen up and get into it, but Annie Clark put on a very good show with gothic sensibilities; I took at least one cool picture and drank a tall can of Angry Orchard, and we bopped in our seats to this setlist. So that was some respite.
Handstands have actually been going well lately, in their glacial fashion. I'm getting a better feeling for pike pressing from elevated surfaces and have been making progress again. My new record is 29", which I've done twice without feeling I was maxing out my strength. And I picked up a couple of new tips from a visiting coach who was running a workshop here this Saturday.
I had dinner with an ex so ancient that he's really not an ex, just a friend, now. We hadn't seen each other in person for a long, long time. Conversation was mostly nice but I wasn't really able to tell how happy he is; his career doesn't reflect his college dream, and his marriage is sounding kind of arms-length in several ways. It rattled me slightly. But I have so much work due this week that I'm sure I'll stop thinking about it in very short order.
