A former colleague of mine from IBM forwarded this comic strip with four "Info-maladies": Googlitis, Archivaholism, Compulsive News Binging, and Metamania. I've clipped the Metamania panel here, as it was my favorite.
I had a morning meeting from 10:30-11:30, whose topic was a perennial favorite in bureaucratic institutions: Governance & Policies. Fascinating stuff. Not.
Our weekly 1.5-hour Working Team Meeting was shortened to 1-hour today, as our manager had another meeting commitment before it. In spite of that, we ended up starting at 3:00 instead of 2:30, but kept to our stop time of 3:30. Yay!
Food at today's meeting involved 100-calorie packs of almonds and walnuts, and Snyder Pretzel Snaps stuffed with Reduced Fat Jif Peanut Butter!
Got to love this Dear Prudence:
Dear Prudence, —Feeling Morbid Dear Feeling, —Prudie |
In order to not miss out on the glorious weather of today, after work I got my lounge chair cushion out of my shed, fixed myself a cocktail and took my book out to read on my deck for a while. It was glorious for about ten minutes, at which time mosquitoes invited themselves to my soirée. Bastards.
I moved inside and read a bunch before falling asleep for a couple of hours.
At 11:15, I headed to Flex for Trailer Park Prize Night, where I joined Alex, Bill, Glenn, Henry, who was eventually joined by "Bruce." Bruce is in quotation marks, as we're not so sure that that's his real name.
I also spoke briefly with Ben and Jeffrey, and I met another Jeff's partner, Eddie. I think he went by Eddie and not Ed.
The highlight of the evening was not any particular drag queen's performance, but a guy lighting up right next to me, whom I policed out to the smoker's patio.