Fashionable, but unable to tell fact from fiction (testing4l) wrote,
Fashionable, but unable to tell fact from fiction

Yesterday marked two important events for Tilde. I was trolling Craigslist and found a couch and chairs being given away. I snagged the chairs after work and checked that the couch was still there. Later that evening, D- and I grabbed the couch. In the spare time around the event, I managed to set up one of the racks and filling it about half full. When I get home, I'm sure I'll exercise some more of my tetris-fu.

At work, we had our usual weekly product meeting, but our project lead is out on vacation, so one of the programming leads ran the meeting. He's a neat guy, but he's the sort who you can't have a short conversation with. Instead of asking you a question like "Do you have a pen?", he'd tend to say "Do you have a pen? I really need a pen. For some reason, HR ran out of them and I need to sign these documents and I've been looking all over the place, but I can't find a pen. I don't know why they'd let the cabinets run out of important office supplies like that. It's really odd that they'd do that...". In general, while I'm talking to him, I fight the urge to say the answer as soon as he asks a question. He inevitably has a story to follow and I'd prefer not to be rude and cut him off.

You can imagine how most of the meeting went. Lots of extremely verbose "Hey! We're making good progress! You guys rock!" Very, very little substance.

After the state of the project bit, we normally go around the table and mention what's been taking our time. Normally, we go to the lead's left. A friend of mine by the name of P- happened to be sitting there and I was sitting to the right. So, our lead ponders for a moment which way to go around the table and looks over at me. I point over at P-. The lead looks over at P- who, contrary to observations, isn't taking this sitting down: he points back at me. A quiet chuckle develops in the background.

Our lead starts to say "Well, we normally go around to the left, but let's go around to the right today." I see this one coming and move my chair forward and raise my fist over the table. P- acknowledges the International Symbol of Incident Resolution: Rock, Paper, Scissors and accepts by putting his fist out. 1, 2, rock vs. rock. 1, 2, scissors vs. scissors. 1, 2, paper vs. rock! I win!

It took a few minutes for the laughter to die down before the lead said "So, wait, you win. Does that mean you go first?". To which I said, "Nonono, I choose and I know which way I'm choosing!"

Eventually, everyone else goes through their bits, chatting about their projects. I go last.

"Well, when I haven't been practicing my Rock-Paper-Scissors-fu, I've been working on the interface and fishing the two new guys out of Linux trouble."

The two new guys (one of which generated that patently awful code in my last post) are running the QA test and couldn't get X to run on the servers. They don't _need_ X. They wanted multiple terminals and they wanted to see them at the same time. After rolling my eyes at them and hitting CTRL-ALT-F1 -> CTRL-ALT-F6 a few times, I typed startx & startkde. I had to X -configure on one of them, but no big deal. I mentioned several times that they really need to kill X after they're done. Hopefully, they'll do it.

I spent a brief moment after the meeting with one of the developers explaining shared libraries and why packaging with the product isn't really a very bright idea. I apparently made enough of an impact that when his officemate had problems, he called me to ask if I could help rather than IT.

I don't mind. It makes me look even more important. I can deal with that.
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