Mood: :dead:
With all the hot weather and Wednesday night being so cold, I’ve caught a chill and, consequently, a cold.
I hate having to miss work because I’m sick. Yes, there’s the initial elation of, “I don’t have to go to work!”, but we have a deadline and we’re behind, and being sick just makes it worse.
This happens pretty much every year when the weather starts getting warm. You’d think I’d learn and cover up when I go to bed, even though it’s warm before I fall asleep.
Mood: 
Your brain: 60% interpersonal, 120% visual, 60% verbal, and 160% mathematical!
Congratulations on being 400% smart! Actually, on my test, everyone is. The above score breaks down what kind of thinking you most enjoy doing. A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less. It says nothing about how good you are at any one, just how interested you are in each, relatively. A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are different kinds of thinkers.
Matching Summary: Each of us has different tastes. Still, I offer the following advice, which I think is obvious:
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The 4-Variable IQ Test written by chriscoyne on OkCupid Free Online Dating |
Mood: 
For those of you who don’t know, I worked at our hockey hero’s namesake for over 5 years. The job started with 40-60 pound bakes, but by the time I quit in disgust it had doubled, with the same amount of time to do the job. My donuts were always the best of the bakers in quality, until about 3 years into the job. Others who started with the higher workload were able to adapt better because they never had it easier. I couldn’t, so I started working 10 and 11 hour shifts to get everything done while keeping up the quality.
That, combined with starting work at either 10pm or 6am, and switching back and forth at the whim of the boss, caused me to lose a lot of social life, and the weird sleep cycle did a number on my brain chemistry. In addition, the skin on my hands never recovered from washing them dozens of times a night, so I have a chronic dry skin problem, even to this day.
At some point in every job I’ve had since, I’ve had a dream about being back there. It let me know that I was not liking my current job in some way.
Last night, I had the dream again, except Timmy’s changed into a sweatshop of fryers and donut racks, and my current bosses were in charge. I was looking at the schedule to see when I worked next, but couldn’t figure it out. If I couldn’t figure it out, I would certainly be fired! But would it be so bad to be fired from a sweatshop?
This is undoubtedly because of extra hours I’ve had to work recently (I have to work this afternoon too) and certain recent executive decisions that I don’t agree with but have no control over, most notably that I will continue to be the only person doing software testing; no one else will be assisting me in the foreseeable future. I’m good, but I’m only one man. Software testing requires multiple viewpoints, or errors will be missed!
Hopefully everything will go back to normal once this big push for new features is over in July.
Don’t get me wrong: I love my job. I’m good at it, they let me know I’m doing well, and I’m paid accordingly. It’s the best job I’ve ever had. It just sucks to be so immersed in the cloud that you can no longer see the silver lining.
Mood: 
Some folks had been asking about Emily, so here’s another cute picture:
Mood: 
We found a replacement alternator for $85 at Riteway and they threw in the brace FREE!
$500 in parts (new) for under $100!
Van’s all back together, and with labour it cost under half of the original estimate.
The mechanic found that the original brace hadn’t been properly secured. It had been shaking itself loose since before we got it, then finally snapped.
In my mind’s eye I see some yokel scratching his head looking at an extra screw in his hand after he put the engine back together (it’s an ICBC rebuild).
Luckily it happened when she was going slow and not when bearing down on a curve on the highway (no power steering at 100+ km/h?)! 
Mood: 
Today, Mellissa was taking the kids to New Westminster and all of a sudden she lost power steering and there was lots of clunking in the engine compartment.
We had to get the van towed to a garage to find that the alternator had ripped out and the fan belt was hanging off. We originally thought that it was only the fan belt, given that we could see it hanging under the vehicle, but instead we’re facing a $700 bill, before taxes. The alternator brace is a GM-only part, so it costs more than the alternator itself.
With taxes and towing, it’s going to be about $1,000 to fix it.
We’ll try to find a replacement part at a junk yard, but what a pisser…
Mood: :thrpp:
If making fun of someone’s race makes you a racist, would making fun of their language make you a linguist?
