I have this call. I thought I had it figured out. Pulled more data. Nope. (That is what you get for doing a celebratory dance in your cube and spiking your headset in the end zone.)
I brought it home, thinking a change of scenery and a cold beer would help me look at it differently. (Often it does the trick.) Nope. I built a beautiful spreadsheet. (Seriously. It’s gorgeous.) According to the setup, the system should do X. And it did it. Right up til last month. Now it is doing Y. And I cannot for the life of me determine why.
So, I give. Sent it off to our senior evil genius with the note of “Given that my only theories involve alien abduction and time travel, would you be willing to take a look at it?” Here’s hoping it really isn’t something painfully obvious.
Drama in the office. Grapevine says the resident slacker is on probation again, effective around 11:40 this morning. That would explain her asking me to switch lunch at 11:45 so she could get away from her desk and the fact she wasn’t looking so hot when I saw her a few minutes later. (I can’t say I’m at all close to her, so I wasn’t gonna ask what was up. I suppose it’s a fine line between respecting someone’s privacy and just being insensitive.)
I’m not even sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, honestly, she isn’t particularly good at this job at all, and really does need to improve. On the other hand, it’s a little scary how quick word gets around on things!
Oh - the AFI has put out the list of the top movie songs of all time - click here to see the list - most I agree with, a few I don’t think I’ve ever heard, and a couple, well, I THINK NOT! *cough*MyHeartWillGoOn*cough*
So, hmm, not really anything else of note.
So, how you doin’?
