Monthly Archives: April 2007

Wednesday

Poor Liam; those two-year-old molars are really bothering him this week. Today he slept dreadfully during his nap, and he’s already woken up crying once tonight. Normally I wait until it sounds like he really is awake and needs reassuring, and nine times out of ten he falls asleep on his own again, but tonight I went in not long after he called for me and cried briefly, even though it sounded like he was settling down again. We snuggled in the armchair together and he fell asleep almost immediately. I sat there with this long boy on my lap in the dark, his head on my shoulder, feeling his warmth and his weight, and wondering when my baby became a boy. It’s been ages since I cuddled him back to sleep; it’s not something I do often, but tonight I just wanted to be with him for a bit.

I attended my first group meeting at work this afternoon. I learned a lot: namely the new delivery schedule, key personnel shifts, and so forth, and am now a lot more aware of how the project is structured and what it entails, as well as gaining a better idea of What It Means (to the market, to the end user, to the company, etc.). I am in absolute awe of this producer who juggles the entire show, and juggles it with poise. Two platforms, both still relatively new, QA, product testing, basic design, the needs of the administration, the needs of the team, the needs of the market… he’s a very capable, principled, and well-grounded man. I also learned that everyone in the room is a member of the team. There are about forty people. This is a small team compared to other projects in the company, I know, but I hadn’t realised the extent of the manpower required. I simply hadn’t thought about it before.

I finished cutting a ruthless swathe of pink-highlighted-destruction through the supplemental dictionary today, and began to look at the main dictionary for words to strike out and/or edit. I am already tearing my hair out — it has ‘backward’ and ‘backwards’ (well, not any more, because I marked one for deletion because of its derogatory definition), but not ‘forward’. I’m suffering from a lot of double takes and “you can’t be serious” and “wha?” sorts of gestures and utterings of exasperation. (There was a mild ripple of relief that ran through some of the team when I was obliquely introduced as the contractor bringing the dictionary up to par during the meeting. Every hour I am there I come to better understand why this reaction is common when I am introduced and my purpose is made known.)

One of the benefits of working in a mostly male environment is that the women’s bathrooms are always empty. And clean.

Note to self: Don’t wear the zip-up stacked heel ankle boots to work again. They have hard soles, and they click when I walk. (See above re: mostly male environment. I’m uncomfortable with the high-heel click, especially since I tend to walk quickly or decisively, and these are mainly hardwood floors. Loud noise tends to call attention to she who makes it, and I’m not big on the calling attention thing.)

I got lost trying to find the cafeteria to fetch hot water for tea today. Thank goodness for helpful maintenance staff.

One of the neat things about working on-site for this contract is that Meallanmouse and I make a point of walking out of the building every day for lunch. So far she has introduced me to three excellent restaurants with very affordable lunch specials and delicious food (bonus: all healthy). Otherwise I would be eating at my desk and that is bad for my brain, my productivity, and my health, quite frankly. Hurrah for friends who poke me, and keep me social and clear-minded.

Enough; bath, and bed.

Tired Professional Editor Girl

Day Two: many words have fallen to my pink highlighting bar of doom. If only I was permitted to edit to the extent to which I wish to edit! Then I would be in heaven. But there are rights issues.

We did a beautiful full moon ritual tonight. I have missed group ritual.

In other news, I have a new (secondhand) cell phone. Of course, since the provider website won’t recognise my credit card because it claims I’m not typing in the correct address registered to the card, I can’t do more than activate it until I go out and buy a top-up card. Sigh. At least now I’ll know what time it is when I’m on public transport. (I lost my Eeyore watch! I cannot find it anywhere! I am very sad indeed.)

Very tired. Going to bed now.

Day One, On-Site Professional Editor Girl

So! Here I am, at home after my first day of the bright shiny on-site contract. I am working on the floor with the team as opposed to working somewhere else, which is both good and bad. The sound and movement around me is mildly distracting, even when I have my headphones on, but time moves quickly and people are right there when I have a question.

Things I have learned:

French keyboards and I do not get along. (This is, alas, also true of my new-to-me laptop.)

Public transport is a temporal black hole.

The heads of the team do not actually know the specifics of what they want me to do, other than to integrate two databases, and to make things better. Fortunately I too want to make things better. Most of today was spent feeling my way through the material to get a really good handle on what needs to be done.

Everyone — and I mean everyone — takes lunch. I am unused to this, as the last time I had an on-site job it was in retail where we usually worked through lunch, or only took as long as necessary to bolt food before going back to handle the pile of tasks that needed to be done.

I need a snack at around three-thirty or four, or I get wonky around the time I leave.

Things I accomplished today:

Around mid-afternoon I discovered that 25% of what I was going to classify and correct was already in the main file. I am very, very glad I figured this out before I worked for a few days and discovered that everyone’s time had been wasted. Also, it reassured me that the way I was editing things was good, because my corrections ended up matching what was in the main file most of the time. The designer whipped up a formula thingy to compare/sort (I’m the word girl, not the tech girl) and I now have an annotated list that clearly identifies what in the new file is (a) already in the main dictionary, and (b) what isn’t. Yay me for locating and identifying that particular potential disaster for everyone. Tomorrow is a new day with that pitfall out of the way, and first thing I shall be sitting down with one of the heads and making a very detailed list of what they want me to do, in the order it ought to be done. This seems a very free-flow sort of project and work environment, and very flexible, but I have a limited time in which to do this for them and I need to pin down a less-vague system that will work for both parties, to be used as a reliable checklist but that will still be organic for everyone.

I have a desk, and a computer, and internal e-mail, and passwords, and all sorts of official things. And all this was operational about an hour after I arrived. Impressive. I only got my keycard mid-afternoon, though, so it’s a good thing I had friends who could use theirs to swipe me back into my top-secret room after lunch.

I ate lunch. (This is a big thing for me. Everyone leaving the floor at noon is an excellent reminder.) Meallanmouse will keep me on the lunch-track, hurrah!

Memorable things:

Baronscartop: “Those guys are totally checking you out.” Heard not once but twice while on the casual ‘this is where you work’ tour first thing in the morning, one on each floor. I am so oblivious to these sort of things. Nice to have friends who can point it out to me.

Not having butterflies in my stomach at any time. Yes, I know what I’m doing, and yes, I have confidence in my abilities and my adaptability. It’s just odd to be put in an alien environment and realise this, as opposed to working in one’s home office and letting the awareness sift to far below the conscious surface for long periods of time.

Also: The smaller contract that I worked on at the end of last week and this Sunday appears to be satisfactory to the client. Yay me, again. Much with the yayness, in fact.

Feeling Misanthropic

Well, this afternoon was a complete waste of gas and oxygen. I have none of the things I went out for, because they were out of stock or there were too many people in line or the sales flyers had been misleading. “See how many bags I do not have,” I said to HRH when he asked how the shopping trip had gone.

Also, people are stupid and inconsiderate — not that this is a news flash or anything. But if one more person stopped dead in the doorway to a shop while chatting on their cell phone or in the middle of the concourse for no reason, oblivious to anyone else moving around them, I was going to run them down with the stroller.

Bah.

I am tired but not sleepy, I look like death warmed over, I have no voice thanks to this cold, we’re about to embark upon a week of rainy weather, and I start a new job tomorrow. At least I get to look forward to lunch out with friends.

Concert Recap Etcetera

First and foremost, a heartfelt thank you goes out to the nine people who made it out to my concert last night. I’m sure it was wonderful. All reports I’ve had have been to that effect, so I’ll trust them. I don’t remember much of it myself, being under the influence of a double-dose of cold medication. I do remember being very pleased with my expression in general and with my intonation in a couple of tricky places, and every once in a while doing the “Are we here already?” sort of thing. I received a couple of very nice compliments, both from inside the section and from the audience, so I will trust those as well. My section leader is very encouraging and supportive of me, and I learn so much just from sitting next to her. I wish I had more time to properly devote to music, and to take lessons from her.

HRH only got to the concert just before intermission, as Liam was very irritable and fought going to bed more than he usually does. Liam has been rather cranky in general and a challenging handful over the past couple of days because of his cold. (I seem to have the worse cold, which is just fine; I’d rather it be me than the boy.) Arriving late meant that HRH missed the Boyce symphony (very pleasant and my intonation was much better in it than it has been over the past week — why it previously suffered I have no idea, because it’s dead easy to play. Perhaps because it was the first thing we played in this week’s rehearsals, and so it was like a warm-up for my fingers and brain?) as well as the Vivaldi double violin concerto plus most of the Water Music suite. Fortunately he caught the Haydn symphony, which was nice and tight and relatively gaffe-free, and had a great impact.

When we walked out of the church, the sky was very clear and the stars and moon were so incredibly bright. I was out four nights last week for various music rehearsals and meetings, and every night it’s been the same. Lovely.

I’ve been up to my ears in contract work the past couple of days, very mind-twisty as I work out what the client wants from his abstract notes and rewrite/expand upon them. It’s always an interesting challenge working in this client’s projects. I have to finish it up today during the boy’s nap and tonight after he goes to bed, as I begin the full-time on-site contract tomorrow.

We have finally opened the last box of the tissues left from the bulk pack we bought at Costco last fall. Liam and I will go out today to get more, along with a new cell phone for me and various other little things. It’s the Cancer Society’s daffodil weekend, so we’ll certainly buy some of those as well. Hurrah, daffodils! Our bulbs are up a good four or five inches along the south side of the house; it won’t be long before they’re real flowers themselves.