One year on
Apr. 25th, 2012 07:00 pmFor the first time, there are a couple of anniversaries at this time of year. Even though it really doesn't seem like it, it's now exactly one year since I started my new job (which I should stop calling my "new" job, seeing as it feels perfectly normal now). Going into a company with some semblance of hierarchical organization was a completely new experience to me, as small as everyone else thinks it is, but I seem to have found a secure place and even feel like one of the older people there as others come and go.
I still miss having an office with a door, but now that I'm sitting in an open-plan room next to the corridor where people come in, I feel that I get much more conversation with people. We're moving across the road to a bigger space in about a month, so perhaps I'll manage to get myself a window seat - the only seating plan anyone has put forward so far is just all arriving as early on moving day as they can possibly manage and camping out in the best spots.
The car has also had its first birthday - over the last twelve months it's taken us 4,907 miles that would otherwise have been covered (far more slowly) by buses, and by my estimation, we've spent about $500 on fuel for it (compared to $1400 for the total cost of MBTA passes for us for a year).
The occasion was marked by having to go and have the Massachusetts inspection sticker renewed - it's a test that's done on several aspects of the car to make sure it's safe and within acceptable bounds of emissions, though I'm told that all they actually have to do is to connect the car's computer up to a different computer and ask if it's reporting any problems. This was the first time I'd had to take the car to anybody who wasn't our actual dealership - the whole process was done in about fifteen minutes by the most monosyllabic man that I've ever met. I've owned goldfish that had attempted to exchange longer dialogues than he did, with his entire contribution to the conversation being "Keys? Sit. ... Okay. Cash? Mastercard. Keys on the front seat."
So now I have a new green sticker instead of an old orange one. Quite by coincidence I met my driving instructor this evening, so I could say that his teaching had led me to having no incidents at all for a full year.
I still miss having an office with a door, but now that I'm sitting in an open-plan room next to the corridor where people come in, I feel that I get much more conversation with people. We're moving across the road to a bigger space in about a month, so perhaps I'll manage to get myself a window seat - the only seating plan anyone has put forward so far is just all arriving as early on moving day as they can possibly manage and camping out in the best spots.
The car has also had its first birthday - over the last twelve months it's taken us 4,907 miles that would otherwise have been covered (far more slowly) by buses, and by my estimation, we've spent about $500 on fuel for it (compared to $1400 for the total cost of MBTA passes for us for a year).
The occasion was marked by having to go and have the Massachusetts inspection sticker renewed - it's a test that's done on several aspects of the car to make sure it's safe and within acceptable bounds of emissions, though I'm told that all they actually have to do is to connect the car's computer up to a different computer and ask if it's reporting any problems. This was the first time I'd had to take the car to anybody who wasn't our actual dealership - the whole process was done in about fifteen minutes by the most monosyllabic man that I've ever met. I've owned goldfish that had attempted to exchange longer dialogues than he did, with his entire contribution to the conversation being "Keys? Sit. ... Okay. Cash? Mastercard. Keys on the front seat."
So now I have a new green sticker instead of an old orange one. Quite by coincidence I met my driving instructor this evening, so I could say that his teaching had led me to having no incidents at all for a full year.
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Date: 2012-04-26 12:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-27 07:00 am (UTC)The name is because I was now the seventeenth Drake (yes, it's sort of like the Doctor) though now the counter is at eighteen (thus the et sequentes).
(I've temporarily given up on getting OpenID to work properly on my new domain, partly for reasons that are not particularly good and partly because LiveJournal seems very insistent on treating them as second-class and to be kicked into sewer grates and laughed at at the slightest provocation. Spinning up a new first-class account is something of an uneasy compromise. I haven't resolved the question of what to do with my "friends list" yet; since I'm not actively posting (yet), there's nothing for it to grant access to, and since I'm still avoiding using LJ as an aggregator, there's nothing for it to target reading, so I'm deferring attaching anything there until it becomes useful to do so…)
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Date: 2012-04-27 11:29 am (UTC)Also, blame the author of the object that handles saving! I'll certainly be switching to a different one, for my next large project - assuming that I have one, after that.
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Date: 2012-04-27 01:01 pm (UTC)Er, right. c.c
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Date: 2012-04-27 01:26 pm (UTC)I think PHP is a shockingly good comparison, actually... in an environment where you've got so many people writing extensions with no standardization, every one of them will name their functions in a different way, some people choose to index from 0 and others from 1... half the job becomes finding the objects that do what you want in the way that's most consistent and useful.