davidschroth | (no subject)

I feel like I'm being pulled in twenty different directions at once.

When I woke up this morning, Polonia presented me with the news that there had been a message on the answering machine for me the previous day. There was going to be a quick meeting of the condo association's board of directors that evening - apparently our insurance company had agreed to replace our roof.

There was a hail storm in Eagan last month that hit us pretty hard. We had a contractor go up and inspect the roof, and his assessment was that the hailstorm had totaled the roof, and we needed to replace it.

Anyway, it's Wednesday, which means it's trash day (normally), so I had to get up, collect trash and recycling, and get it out on the curb. And then get ready and off to work.

First, I have to deal with my latest updates to my fix that has an inspection scheduled for tomorrow. Make the updates, rebuild the fix, create new listings for the code inspectors.

Then it's lunch time, and I spend time making a proposal for modifications to the plans for the ConJose trip. I check in with Joyce Scrivner, and pick up Minicon flyers that I can drop off with Geri Sullivan so she can take them to plokta.con. I'm hoping that Andrew can provide me with a new flyer featuring Sue Mason's artwork (she's our Fan GoH, and she's a member of the plokta cabal, which is putting on plokta.con, so I'd really like to have flyers with her artwork going to plokta.con), but Andrew's been sick, and I'm not sure I'm going to get new flyers.

And then I start looking at Jorn's code that is scheduled for inspection tomorrow - he proposes to modify some code I put in previously, and I've been unable to tell him why I put in the code that I did. A few minutes work with a listing, and I remember why - it has to be that way, or it will break if we take an interrupt at the wrong time. So track down Jorn to tell him his code needs modification. He's closeted with Betsy, another one of the inspectors, and they're reviewing the code - for once my timing is impeccable.

And then back to the desk, where I notice I have a meeting scheduled that I'm about to be late to. So run off to the meeting, and spend an hour discussing how we're going to fix broken hardware, or what workarounds we can come up with for the broken hardware.

Back to the desk, where I leave a message for my counselor saying I'm going to attempt to make it to tomorrow's group session at 7:15 am.

And then off to another co-worker's desk, to answer an e-mail question about code I wrote about twelve years ago, that he's trying to modify. He doesn't understand what the code is doing - not too surprising, as it's initialization code that's juggling two Bank Descriptor Tables, two Page Tables, and three different addressing environments. It was painful to develop, it's just as painful to try to explain it to him.

And then back to the desk, where I continue development on code I started yesterday in response to comments from an inspector for tomorrow's code inspection.

A brief interruption from somebody telling me that my fix appears to have improved performance, and NASDAQ is happier because of it. I, of course, have absolutely no idea what fix he's talking about.

And then it's time to leave for my 6:00 appointment with Martin. I stop at Toad Hall along the way and drop off a stack of flyers. I'm on time, Martin's a little late, and things otherwise go as they usually do. After the body work session, I hightail it for home, and walk into the board meeting a mere half hour late. The representative from the roofing company is there, does his spiel, we sign the contract, and it looks like we'll be getting a new roof Real Soon Now.

I go home, nuke something for dinner, find out that there isn't going to be a group session tomorrow, and eventually fire up the PC to get my e-mail. Whereupon I discover that Andrew has come through with a new flyer featuring Sue's artwork (I think it's gorgeous).

I *think* I'm going to be able to run off copies of the new flyer tomorrow and get them to Geri.

And another day bites the dust.