Entry for September 21, 2007

Sometimes I think that people write down things in a blog to tell a story, or maybe even to be silly, or promote some cause. i do it for all those reasons and some more. I have recently acquired several regular readers who have been commenting that is pretty amazing. Its amazing to me because I tend to write like I think, which also tends to be the way I talk, only instead of waving my hands all over the place, I have to focus on the keyboard. That's pretty amazing since i never learned to type, so i use what some coworkers have called the four fingers and a thumb technique(right thumb, index and finger next to it on both hands) I actual took a test once and can type at just about 30 words per minute.

I went to take a typing class in college as a freshman, and when we took the covers off the old ...what were they, Remington?? anyway, took the cover off, and I stared at the keys and (this isn't blond joke either, I really did this) raised my hand to ask why the letter markings were all missing, how was I suppose to know what key to hit? When you finish laughing, I can continue.....

Different topic, about classical music. I previously blogged about this a little, about going to the symphony last year to hear Beethoven. I fell in love with this music when i was a 10 year old, and even tried to learn viola when i was in junior high. They didn't kick me out but they sure wanted to. I was awful, and the teacher told my parents my talents lie elsewhere. Of course that told my dad I was bound to be at best a housewife and at worse a drunken whore...by the time the late 60's came along, I was wearing all sort of clothes that he thought trashy (see blog photo below)

Now this is classic early 70's? A work shirt, miniskirt and tights? No class there. I used to wear corduroy a lot too, and I remember having this paisley blouse, it was so sheer, and dad would never let me wear it without something underneath.

Beethoven, I liked...and i never saw a live performance because I was too poor, too stupid(20-30's), thought only old people go to the concerts. Actually i was right about that, when we went to the symphony I thought these men going in reminded me of the old guys from the Muppet's, and told my daughter, and we started giggling...I know weird.

I can be pretty silly sometimes, but maybe silly is required now and then to get us out of the way we are the rest of the time...

Many of us I think just get in a rut, and never try to snap out of it. I know i have a rut that takes most of my week, its called working...But it has a benefit, called money.

My writing here was distracted by a IM from my daughter...she calls me moms, has since she was 12. I think the first time was when she and I went for a walk where we used to live in the mountains, and she was riding her bike ( it was white with a pink and white banana seat and a white wicker basket on on the front..go memory!) I asked if she wanted to see me make a bat change course. Of course you know that bats, at least where we lived, were not always a bad thing, since these things would routinely flight up and down our road, snagging bugs, which in summer we had tons of, most mosquitoes that were like small bloodsucking aircraft. I picked up a small rock, a little bigger than a pebble, and waited. Then when i saw one in the dusky sky, I threw it up in the air, and the bat dived right at it until it was about a foot away, and then zoomed up again. She thought that was pretty great. It was later going back to the house she asked if we were going to get married...I said I thought so, and she said "Then i can call you moms?" I think I hugged her, but honestly I don't remeber much after the moms part. See how my topics are all over the place...oh well. Can you really imagine having a conversation with me...my freinds at work say its a marathon, trying to keep up..

A note about work: I go to a lot of meetings, I swear meetings meetings and meetings on meeting about other meetings. Somewhere in this mess, i realized that at one meeting someone said something about another project that didn't mesh with what they had said. Wait, let me start over.

Imagine you ask somebody to build you a barn. They agree, and build a wonderful barn. Now you ask someone else to sell you some horse to put in the barn, and they do. Now you try to walk the horses to your barn, but you find out the road is really a trail, and real-l-l-ly skinny one. So it takes you longer than you planned to get the horses to the barn, and along the way, some get tired, and stop. The one you do get to the barn cant be put in because, to cap it off, the barn has no doors. So you ask the barn builder,and he says you never asked for doors. And he says he ain't building no doors either. You have farm hands have them do it. Only you farm hands are busy doing farm work, and so the foreman has to plan how he is going to build the barn doors; now the rest of the horses are coming, and pretty soon you have a herd of horses, a barn with no doors, and an overworked group of farm workers. This is kinda what I found at work- One team was building a solution that was not accounting for dataflow, and there was going to be a problem with insufficent ability to carry the new data flow over existing fiberoptic cabling, and the solution they were building was not going to be able to decipher the data coming in because the programming was in different languages. Both teams thought the other was working on changing their programming, and neither was...I guess thats why I am a project manager, having screwed up enough projects on my own I now know what kind of cr*(^ to look for.... Maybe thats why on my outgoing email at work I quote Einstein, which is also on my page" Imagination is more important that knowledge"