At one point during a meeting today, one of the other IT guys slipped up and said, "I think that would be a better waste of our time." And let me just say that there's not a better summary of how things were going.
When the business folks outlined their solution, though, an image popped into my head. Imagine a yellow school bus, a Mercedes, and an old Plymouth side by side. Now lash them together with duct tape and try to drive them down the road. Oh, and imagine that when something breaks, they send you a dude in a hat with some more duct tape.
Fabulous solution. Dibs on the school bus. Wait a minute--I'm just going to get a helmet, because I think it's going to be a bumpy ride....
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I Probably Do Look Skinny
My stuff finally arrived--yay! One of the things I recently unearthed was my scale. I'd already been to the doctor, and the doctor's scale actually showed me at my normal weight, and we all know that never happens (the doctor's scale, like the camera, adds ten pounds). So I thought I'd take a look at what my scale had to say.
Turns out I've lost 8 pounds since the doctor's appointment, which actually puts me in the Weight Watcher's "normal" range (lower than the CDC's body mass index, because Weight Watchers have a lower target for youngsters). Even if the doctor's scale is right and my scale is now giving me a best friend's assessment of my weight, some kind of net loss is implied.
All I can say is that New York definitely agrees with me. I have to walk at least some every day, and I've been trying to hit 2-3 miles a day (which isn't hard if I skip the subway). I have discovered a grocery delivery service that brings me fresh fruit and delicious calorie-controlled meals. (Tonight is salmon couscous washed down with a delicious pinot gris.) Delivery is only $6 an order. I can order once every couple of weeks and supplement that with the carton of milk. It's definitely worth it, especially since their prices are sometimes better than what I'd pay at the cheapest market I can walk to.
I could get used to this.
Turns out I've lost 8 pounds since the doctor's appointment, which actually puts me in the Weight Watcher's "normal" range (lower than the CDC's body mass index, because Weight Watchers have a lower target for youngsters). Even if the doctor's scale is right and my scale is now giving me a best friend's assessment of my weight, some kind of net loss is implied.
All I can say is that New York definitely agrees with me. I have to walk at least some every day, and I've been trying to hit 2-3 miles a day (which isn't hard if I skip the subway). I have discovered a grocery delivery service that brings me fresh fruit and delicious calorie-controlled meals. (Tonight is salmon couscous washed down with a delicious pinot gris.) Delivery is only $6 an order. I can order once every couple of weeks and supplement that with the carton of milk. It's definitely worth it, especially since their prices are sometimes better than what I'd pay at the cheapest market I can walk to.
I could get used to this.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Maybe I Look Skinny
No, that's probably not it. My super is probably just supernaturally nice. He has fed me on Sunday twice in a row. Last weekend he bought me a cranberry muffin, which was the sweetest gesture ever, if not the sweetest muffin ('sup with cranberries? why do people eat them? They're so tart they almost taste angry).
Today he brought me a toasty thing from a street fair a couple of blocks away. It was cornbready and cheesy and still hot. And he is officially my favorite human of the day. I don't know what that thing was, which is a good thing, because if I could ask unsavory characters for it on street corners, that would now be my sole pursuit in life. As it is, I can plead ignorance and narrowly escape total addiction.
And no, he didn't tell me what it was. Probably because at nearly 6 p.m. I'm still in my pajamas, so he just handed it through the door and said, "Try this. It's from the fair" and then retreated to his apartment. (What? Why should I change into jeans and put on my face and everything just to haul boxes around my apartment? It's silly.)
Today he brought me a toasty thing from a street fair a couple of blocks away. It was cornbready and cheesy and still hot. And he is officially my favorite human of the day. I don't know what that thing was, which is a good thing, because if I could ask unsavory characters for it on street corners, that would now be my sole pursuit in life. As it is, I can plead ignorance and narrowly escape total addiction.
And no, he didn't tell me what it was. Probably because at nearly 6 p.m. I'm still in my pajamas, so he just handed it through the door and said, "Try this. It's from the fair" and then retreated to his apartment. (What? Why should I change into jeans and put on my face and everything just to haul boxes around my apartment? It's silly.)
This sounds like fun
I was in Trafalgar Square for New Year's Eve once. I cannot imagine that any serious television viewing will occur, but it would be fun to try. That said, it's amazing how small Trafalgar Square can get when there are thousands of people in it, so hags should probably stay at home in front of their Tivos.
Darling, Let's Never Part Again
My sofa is here. It's been three months since I saw it, and I can barely contain my excitement. It's nice to have the other stuff, too. I'd like to hook up my TV and get my books on bookshelves. It's lovely to see my chairs again, and my cheery table. But really, the main thing was the sofa.
The rest of my stuff arrived, too, and although everything seems to be settling in without too much anxiety, I do think another round of downsizing is in order. I have some clothes that are just plain silly. My TV cart, which looked pretty tiny in my old place, looks like it's bidding to take over a quarter of my living room, now, so either we need to teach it to share or I need a smaller TV stand. The screen that I ordered, while lovely, may just be too darn busy for such a small space (although it's still preferable to looking at my kitchen, which is adequate to my purposes but not especially fetching).
It's coming together, but for now, there's only one rule. No matter how great the chaos, I have to be able to sit down on the sofa. We have a lot of catching up to do.
The rest of my stuff arrived, too, and although everything seems to be settling in without too much anxiety, I do think another round of downsizing is in order. I have some clothes that are just plain silly. My TV cart, which looked pretty tiny in my old place, looks like it's bidding to take over a quarter of my living room, now, so either we need to teach it to share or I need a smaller TV stand. The screen that I ordered, while lovely, may just be too darn busy for such a small space (although it's still preferable to looking at my kitchen, which is adequate to my purposes but not especially fetching).
It's coming together, but for now, there's only one rule. No matter how great the chaos, I have to be able to sit down on the sofa. We have a lot of catching up to do.
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