See You Next Wednesday
This blog is not belated, it's the result of actually not blogging.Other people are tired, or busy, or grumpy; and they're allowed to be. But surely someone isn't, just by chance. Can't anybody stay in the same mood for two days in a row? Doesn't anybody need a friend? (I'm tired too.) Today was better, I spread some clumsy joy. I think there was more good than harm done, which is nice.
Priorities.Sweetums wanted to know if his pants fitted, the pants which I had sent back to the tailor, twice. They did fit, literally, but I felt obliged to point out two sartorial inelegances.
Firstly if he raised one arm, or the other arm, or both arms, then his pants would stay on. But if he ever had neither arm raised (a common event) the braces would slip off his shoulders. The whole kit would fall to the ground around his feet and render him naked to the audience and liable to be prosecuted for public indecency.
Secondly the pants were missing half of one leg. Not the lower half either, the back half. When he walked (another common event) the length of material flapped about in an unseemly fashion (or perhaps an unseamly fashion).
When I pointed these out to Sweetums he said, "as long as they fit".
Doing the same thing over and achieving a different outcome.Mostly I have been investigating a problem today, mostly. I suspect it occurs when people don't follow the correct procedure. Some people think this is reason enough to say it is not our problem any more, it's their problem for not following the correct procedure. However I have discovered the procedure is impossible to execute in some cases. Whether these cases are the problem cases I have not established because when I execute the procedure incorrectly I do not get the problem. I get other similar problems, but not the problem as described. Interestingly, I executed the same incorrect procedure twice and achieved different results: one result had a problem similar to the problem I was investigating; the other did not have a problem at all. I think the solution lies in fixing the procedure so it is no longer impossible to execute in some cases. Other people still think it is not our problem any more.
Wait for it.I don't really have nothing to do at work. The perception is born from the great amount of waiting for other people to do something and get back to you. There are bursts of activity complemented by bursts of waiting. The thing about waiting is you can do it many times over concurrently. So while I only do an amount of work in a day, I can do many times the amount of waiting and do it all simultaneously. Today I completed a significant amount of waiting. I also did work, but relatively little compared to the amount of waiting I achieved at the same time.
Happy Yesterbirthday Polly.
Meanwhile... about fifteen minutes after I arrived at work yesterday I had nothing left to do. However, about five minutes before I left I received something to do which was already four weeks overdue. I left anyway.
Not melancholic, phlegmatic (and sanguine).I'm not unhappy, I'm just dull. I've been exciting-and-sad and I know which I prefer. I would rather be happy, any day.
This may not sound like the snappiest line from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), but it evidently caught the imagination of John Landis, who has worked references to a mythical film of this name into most of his own movies - memorably as the grotty British skinflick watched by an assortment of lycanthropes and zombies in the climax of An American Werewolf in Paris [sic] (1981).
Ghastly Beyond Belief, Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman