So the good news is that I passed the test and am officially on the job! (86 percent, even with three instances of pages that didn't load for me, so I didn't get credit for them).
The better news is that we found new daycare for K, so she will shortly be out of my hair again.
However, while she went on Tuesday, the provider had previous engagements today and tomorrow, so we're not going to start on the regular schedule (Tuesday, Thursday and Friday) until two weeks from now, after we get back from Colorado. But I've been working for two days, and will be working tomorrow. And I'm working both Saturday and Sunday at the museum. And then working from home again on Monday, also with no daycare. And somewhere in there I have to find time to pack, because we're leaving for the airport at 7 AM on Tuesday, where I will then spend five days parenting solo in a strange city.
So if the writing here is scarce, it's because I'm caught between being busy and getting in some anticipatory hyperventilating over next week. Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to going to Colorado again. I'm just tired, and the thought of the next week and a half makes me want to take a five-year nap.
More notes from the front when I have two seconds to rub together.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
I hate telecommunications companies
We went to Ikea Saturday night, and when we got home, I rushed over to the computer to see if the season 4 finale of Doctor Who had made it up onto the Internet. It had, and had been up long enough that there was a nice large pool of people seeding. Score! I fired up Azureus, sure that we would have the episode within the hour.
However, I hadn't counted on Veriz0n. We would get going at a good clip, only to have everything grind to a halt for a couple minutes as our Internet access blinked off and on. We've had this problem ever since we moved. We've had technicians out on multiple occasions, and the best we've managed is to only have the Internet go out during thunderstorms. Except it was barely sprinkling Saturday night, so even the dubious logic of an electrical storm couldn't explain away our problems. Veriz0n is evil, there's an explanation for you. They've also been overcharging us since we moved, and the combination of paying more money for spotty service is driving us insane.
FIVE hours later, we finally had it, and watched eagerly. Spoilers for season 4 finale of Doctor Who (highlight to reveal): I enjoyed it the same way I've enjoyed all of the season finales of Doctor Who: by turning off my mind and enjoying the spectacle. It was fun to see all of the former companions coming together, and it will be entertaining to see how they manage to bring the Daleks back (oh come on, you don't think they'd get rid of them permanently, do you?). Getting rid of Donna in such a permanent, senseless way really made me sad though. It was great to have a companion who could really stand up to the Doctor, and Catherine Tate had an incredible comedic chemistry with David Tennant. While this season has certainly had its suicidally depressing moments, Catherine Tate's comedic chops have provided a wonderful leavening, and bring out the best in David Tennant.
With my new job, which requires me to perform at a minimum speed, Internet blinking in and out is completely unacceptable. So we're finally allowing ourselves into the sinister clutches of C0mcast. After all, 7 more dollars a month is more than worth reliable service, isn't it? But here's the wrinkle: it's more like 20 more dollars a month if you don't subscribe to cable as well, because apparently they don't want to lure Internet customers away from Veriz0n. We would do it, but we signed a contract with our satellite company and we would pay a substantial penalty to cancel early. We're stuck between the competing evils of telecommunications companies. I finally decided that the extra money for the cable modem was (barely) less than the penalty we would pay for cancelling the satellite, so we're going the obscenely expensive cable modem route as the cheapest of our overpriced options. I'm chalking it up to a business expense, since the money I make working will more than make up for the extra expense.
Of course, I have to make it through training first. I'm about to start the test that will determine whether I get to actually have the job, and I'm feeling slightly panicky because I royally frakked up my last assignment. All will not be lost if I don't pass since apparently I can do some extra training and try to qualify again, but I would still appreciate good thoughts as I start out.
However, I hadn't counted on Veriz0n. We would get going at a good clip, only to have everything grind to a halt for a couple minutes as our Internet access blinked off and on. We've had this problem ever since we moved. We've had technicians out on multiple occasions, and the best we've managed is to only have the Internet go out during thunderstorms. Except it was barely sprinkling Saturday night, so even the dubious logic of an electrical storm couldn't explain away our problems. Veriz0n is evil, there's an explanation for you. They've also been overcharging us since we moved, and the combination of paying more money for spotty service is driving us insane.
FIVE hours later, we finally had it, and watched eagerly. Spoilers for season 4 finale of Doctor Who (highlight to reveal): I enjoyed it the same way I've enjoyed all of the season finales of Doctor Who: by turning off my mind and enjoying the spectacle. It was fun to see all of the former companions coming together, and it will be entertaining to see how they manage to bring the Daleks back (oh come on, you don't think they'd get rid of them permanently, do you?). Getting rid of Donna in such a permanent, senseless way really made me sad though. It was great to have a companion who could really stand up to the Doctor, and Catherine Tate had an incredible comedic chemistry with David Tennant. While this season has certainly had its suicidally depressing moments, Catherine Tate's comedic chops have provided a wonderful leavening, and bring out the best in David Tennant.
With my new job, which requires me to perform at a minimum speed, Internet blinking in and out is completely unacceptable. So we're finally allowing ourselves into the sinister clutches of C0mcast. After all, 7 more dollars a month is more than worth reliable service, isn't it? But here's the wrinkle: it's more like 20 more dollars a month if you don't subscribe to cable as well, because apparently they don't want to lure Internet customers away from Veriz0n. We would do it, but we signed a contract with our satellite company and we would pay a substantial penalty to cancel early. We're stuck between the competing evils of telecommunications companies. I finally decided that the extra money for the cable modem was (barely) less than the penalty we would pay for cancelling the satellite, so we're going the obscenely expensive cable modem route as the cheapest of our overpriced options. I'm chalking it up to a business expense, since the money I make working will more than make up for the extra expense.
Of course, I have to make it through training first. I'm about to start the test that will determine whether I get to actually have the job, and I'm feeling slightly panicky because I royally frakked up my last assignment. All will not be lost if I don't pass since apparently I can do some extra training and try to qualify again, but I would still appreciate good thoughts as I start out.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Happy Independence Day
It was overcast and rainy here in the Birthplace of America, and we have a toddler who demands a reasonable bedtime, so no fireworks for us. In fact, we did very little at all today, except enjoy the novel experience of all of us being home for the entire day.
So in lieu of fireworks, let's celebrate with weirdness instead:
K made me play it for her about 8 times in a row. Clearly we're raising her right.
So in lieu of fireworks, let's celebrate with weirdness instead:
K made me play it for her about 8 times in a row. Clearly we're raising her right.
Blueberry vanilla ricotta muffins (low glycemic)
1 cup multigrain baking mix
1/2 tsp baking powder (or 1 cup whole wheat pastry flour + 1 1/2 tsp baking powder)
1/2 cup flaxseed meal
1/4 cup dry milk powder
1/4 cup vanilla whey protein powder
1/2 cup agave nectar
2 large eggs
4 T butter, melted
1 cup ricotta cheese
1 T vanilla extract
1 cup blueberries (or 1 large apple, chopped finely or grated and 1 tsp cinnamon for apple cinnamon muffins)
Preheat over to 350
Mix flour, baking powder, milk powder, whey protein powder and flaxseed meal in a bowl. In a separate bowl, whisk together agave nectar, eggs, butter, ricotta and vanilla. Pour wet ingredients into dry and mix together. Stir in blueberries. Spoon batter into muffin tin and bake in 350 degree over for 20-25 minutes (check often since flax meal likes to brown quickly).
So far, these seem to be great muffins if you need to watch your blood sugar. Flaxseed meal is essentially all fiber, but can be used to replace quite a lot of flour in a recipe. The milk, protein powder, eggs and ricotta combine together for a nice amount of protein to keep blood sugar in check. Agave nectar is some sort of unholy concoction that has freakishly little affect on the blood sugar. And I can't think of a better use for the lovely fresh blueberries I picked up the other day (except perhaps for shoveling them into my mouth like a bear coming out of hibernation). In total, a large muffin has 15 grams of carbohydrate, 2.5 grams of fiber and 9 grams of protein. Not bad at all for a baked good.
1/2 tsp baking powder (or 1 cup whole wheat pastry flour + 1 1/2 tsp baking powder)
1/2 cup flaxseed meal
1/4 cup dry milk powder
1/4 cup vanilla whey protein powder
1/2 cup agave nectar
2 large eggs
4 T butter, melted
1 cup ricotta cheese
1 T vanilla extract
1 cup blueberries (or 1 large apple, chopped finely or grated and 1 tsp cinnamon for apple cinnamon muffins)
Preheat over to 350
Mix flour, baking powder, milk powder, whey protein powder and flaxseed meal in a bowl. In a separate bowl, whisk together agave nectar, eggs, butter, ricotta and vanilla. Pour wet ingredients into dry and mix together. Stir in blueberries. Spoon batter into muffin tin and bake in 350 degree over for 20-25 minutes (check often since flax meal likes to brown quickly).
So far, these seem to be great muffins if you need to watch your blood sugar. Flaxseed meal is essentially all fiber, but can be used to replace quite a lot of flour in a recipe. The milk, protein powder, eggs and ricotta combine together for a nice amount of protein to keep blood sugar in check. Agave nectar is some sort of unholy concoction that has freakishly little affect on the blood sugar. And I can't think of a better use for the lovely fresh blueberries I picked up the other day (except perhaps for shoveling them into my mouth like a bear coming out of hibernation). In total, a large muffin has 15 grams of carbohydrate, 2.5 grams of fiber and 9 grams of protein. Not bad at all for a baked good.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Still here
I never mean to go so long between posting. I usually just get caught up in the mundanity and busyness of existence. In this case, I've been dealing with some last Ebay orders, going through training for the new job and fretting about same training, which seems to take up more time than the training itself. This fretting isn't necessarily justified; my actually starting this job does depend on my performing well enough on the final assignment, but my performance on my homework so far indicates that I shouldn't have a problem with that. I just tend to panic a little when I suddenly experience being judged on my performance if it hasn't happened for a while.
So I'm attempting to chill, while still putting the necessary amount of work in. And I think I'm just feeling a bit quiet at the moment. I don't have a great history with the month of July, between my mother's car accident and my father's death. I'm not lying on the couch mired in the deepest depths of despondency, but it contributes to my feeling the need to retreat, my main defense mechanism in times of stress. I'm just curled up in my little mousehole, Shy Sheldon stuck in my shell, waiting for this month to be over.
In completely unrelated news, I lightly bopped K over the head with some plastic flowers tonight. She looked indignant and said, while rubbing her head, "Stop hitting my head." Only in her three-year-old pronunciation, it came out "Stop hittin' mah haid."
My child speaks lolcat. I'm not sure what to think about this.
So I'm attempting to chill, while still putting the necessary amount of work in. And I think I'm just feeling a bit quiet at the moment. I don't have a great history with the month of July, between my mother's car accident and my father's death. I'm not lying on the couch mired in the deepest depths of despondency, but it contributes to my feeling the need to retreat, my main defense mechanism in times of stress. I'm just curled up in my little mousehole, Shy Sheldon stuck in my shell, waiting for this month to be over.
In completely unrelated news, I lightly bopped K over the head with some plastic flowers tonight. She looked indignant and said, while rubbing her head, "Stop hitting my head." Only in her three-year-old pronunciation, it came out "Stop hittin' mah haid."
My child speaks lolcat. I'm not sure what to think about this.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Modern embarrassments
It occurred to me today that one of the somewhat questionable gifts of modern technology is that is has hugely increased the scope of ways you can embarrass yourself, often in front of previously unprecedented numbers of people, that simply weren't possible 30 years ago.
For example:
* Accidentally hitting "Reply to All" to reply to the sender of a group e-mail when your reply is meant to be confidential to the sender.
* Your cell phone going off in a situation where the ringtone is extremely inappropriate; e.g. "Stayin' Alive" when you're at a funeral.
* Putting the paper through the fax machine the wrong way and faxing a series of blank sheets from the wrong side of what you meant to send.
* Leaving a comment on the wrong entry of a blog, which causes it to make no sense. Or worse, the wrong blog.
What modern embarrassments can you think of?
For example:
* Accidentally hitting "Reply to All" to reply to the sender of a group e-mail when your reply is meant to be confidential to the sender.
* Your cell phone going off in a situation where the ringtone is extremely inappropriate; e.g. "Stayin' Alive" when you're at a funeral.
* Putting the paper through the fax machine the wrong way and faxing a series of blank sheets from the wrong side of what you meant to send.
* Leaving a comment on the wrong entry of a blog, which causes it to make no sense. Or worse, the wrong blog.
What modern embarrassments can you think of?
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Gainful employment
The interview today ended early for the best possible reason: the interviewer thought I was so perfect for the job that she didn't feel the need to ask any more questions. They had had me fill out an assessment which included doing some samples of the sort of work I would be doing, and apparently I had the highest score of the applicant pool, an 8 out of 9. And I have the right experience, right computer setup and this job fits well into my schedule. So apparently she didn't need to know any more than that.
At the end of the phone call, the interviewer told me directly that she was planning to recommend me for hiring and told me to make sure I could clear my schedule to do training next week. And sure enough, right now in my e-mail inbox is a job offer. So huzzah!
What a relief. I've been progressively more and more sick of Ebay, and Ebay was returning the feelings by continually implementing new policies designed to drive me away.* It's like Ebay is turning into one of those passive-aggressive boyfriends that tries to break up with you by being a jerk so you'll break up with him. Well, I'm happy to oblige.
But now I can afford to give up Ebay, since this job will be offering a decent amount of hours for a decent rate of pay, enough to substantially boost our monthly bottom line. Plus, there are ways I can increase my pay rate, as well as the opportunity to do more work for this company, in addition to the current project. I'll be rating Internet search results, basically providing a human eye to look at what searches actually produce so search engines can be improved - pretty cool and right up my alley.** And it's like they designed this job for the mother of a small child in mind - it's 20 hours a week, and while I have to work four hours every day, they don't have to be consecutive and it doesn't matter when. I'm planning to put K in some sort of daycare three days a week, both to get her out of my hair and give her the chance to play with other kids, but even if she can't go to daycare for the day, I'll be able to work anyway.
So yes, we're pretty happy here tonight.
*The latest one? They'll keep track of what computer you usually use and if you log in and try to make listing from a different one, they'll make you verify youself. WITH A PHONE CALL. No, this won't be inconvenient for people who use public computers for their main internet access, particularly in places where phones aren't allowed. You know Ebay, all of my online banks have extra layers of protection that just involve extra passwords and special pictures. They're actually convenient in addition to being secure (and protect the user from spoofing, which your current plan doesn't). But of course, doing something that would actually be better for your users is something of an alien concept to you, isn't it?
**In the interview, the interviewer asked if I had a problem with potentially seeing porn sites, since I would be looking at a ton of websites every day and they coudln't guarantee what the content would be. I said I didn't have a problem with it, since I've been searching the web for 14 years now and I'm quite used to random porn encounters. But thinking about it later, it occurred to me that it's been literally years since I've regularly had an innocent web search turn up porn, something that used to be a necessary evil of Internet searches, even with search terms like "all day kindergarten" or "syphilis." Innocent searches used to turn up porn because porn sites would include lots of common terms in their metadata so they would come up on otherwise unrelated searches. But since the advent of Google's approach to searching (rating relevance of sites based on how much they're linked to as well as the terms they include), that doesn't work any more. All hail the power of Google.
At the end of the phone call, the interviewer told me directly that she was planning to recommend me for hiring and told me to make sure I could clear my schedule to do training next week. And sure enough, right now in my e-mail inbox is a job offer. So huzzah!
What a relief. I've been progressively more and more sick of Ebay, and Ebay was returning the feelings by continually implementing new policies designed to drive me away.* It's like Ebay is turning into one of those passive-aggressive boyfriends that tries to break up with you by being a jerk so you'll break up with him. Well, I'm happy to oblige.
But now I can afford to give up Ebay, since this job will be offering a decent amount of hours for a decent rate of pay, enough to substantially boost our monthly bottom line. Plus, there are ways I can increase my pay rate, as well as the opportunity to do more work for this company, in addition to the current project. I'll be rating Internet search results, basically providing a human eye to look at what searches actually produce so search engines can be improved - pretty cool and right up my alley.** And it's like they designed this job for the mother of a small child in mind - it's 20 hours a week, and while I have to work four hours every day, they don't have to be consecutive and it doesn't matter when. I'm planning to put K in some sort of daycare three days a week, both to get her out of my hair and give her the chance to play with other kids, but even if she can't go to daycare for the day, I'll be able to work anyway.
So yes, we're pretty happy here tonight.
*The latest one? They'll keep track of what computer you usually use and if you log in and try to make listing from a different one, they'll make you verify youself. WITH A PHONE CALL. No, this won't be inconvenient for people who use public computers for their main internet access, particularly in places where phones aren't allowed. You know Ebay, all of my online banks have extra layers of protection that just involve extra passwords and special pictures. They're actually convenient in addition to being secure (and protect the user from spoofing, which your current plan doesn't). But of course, doing something that would actually be better for your users is something of an alien concept to you, isn't it?
**In the interview, the interviewer asked if I had a problem with potentially seeing porn sites, since I would be looking at a ton of websites every day and they coudln't guarantee what the content would be. I said I didn't have a problem with it, since I've been searching the web for 14 years now and I'm quite used to random porn encounters. But thinking about it later, it occurred to me that it's been literally years since I've regularly had an innocent web search turn up porn, something that used to be a necessary evil of Internet searches, even with search terms like "all day kindergarten" or "syphilis." Innocent searches used to turn up porn because porn sites would include lots of common terms in their metadata so they would come up on otherwise unrelated searches. But since the advent of Google's approach to searching (rating relevance of sites based on how much they're linked to as well as the terms they include), that doesn't work any more. All hail the power of Google.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Snippets
* Much to my surprise, I have a job interview on Thursday. It would be telecommuting, 20 hours a week (so I could keep my current job as well), evaluating Internet search results. At a decent rate of pay, even. And apparently while I would have to work four hours every day during the week, it doesn't matter when I do them, so while I would want to increase K's daycare hours, I would still be able to work if she couldn't go. It would even be a job I could keep no matter where we live. Needless to say, I would really like this interview to go well.
* It never ceases to amaze me the things people don't warn you about when you become a parent. Sure, I heard about the lack of sleep, explosive poopy diapers and temper tantrums. I was warned that three is a hard age (and so far, they were soooo right).
But nobody ever warned me that I might spend half an hour this evening when I was supposed to be finishing preparing dinner searching the house for a missing tub of margarine. Since I'm pretty sure it didn't grow chubby little plastic legs like some sort of Doctor Who alien and jump out of the fridge so it could hop a midnight train and see the world, I'm inclined to blame the three-year-old. She hasn't exhibited any suspicious greasiness, but I can't think of anyone else living here who might want to take margarine on walkabout.
We never did find it. I have a feeling that wherever it does turn up, it's going to be ugly.
* It never ceases to amaze me the things people don't warn you about when you become a parent. Sure, I heard about the lack of sleep, explosive poopy diapers and temper tantrums. I was warned that three is a hard age (and so far, they were soooo right).
But nobody ever warned me that I might spend half an hour this evening when I was supposed to be finishing preparing dinner searching the house for a missing tub of margarine. Since I'm pretty sure it didn't grow chubby little plastic legs like some sort of Doctor Who alien and jump out of the fridge so it could hop a midnight train and see the world, I'm inclined to blame the three-year-old. She hasn't exhibited any suspicious greasiness, but I can't think of anyone else living here who might want to take margarine on walkabout.
We never did find it. I have a feeling that wherever it does turn up, it's going to be ugly.
So tell me about YOU
Edited: NCLMers, welcome! You can find a brief intro to who I am here. I'm sticking this survey at the top of my blog for the month to give people an easy way to comment without having to read half my blog. I'm always thrilled to have people read and comment on all of my entries, but I also know how time-consuming and overwhelming this challenge can get at times.
***
Something I've appreciated in other blogs during NCLM is when people put up a little survey so you can introduce yourself more easily. Because I readily admit that sometimes even when you're enjoying someone's writing, it gets really hard after a while to think up something new to say in response. So here you go: instead of blathering on endlessly about myself, I'll ask about you (one of the cardinal precepts of good conversation).
1. What do you do for a living?
2. Where do you live?
3. Who do you live with?
4. What's your favorite book (or movie, if you don't have a favorite book)?
5. Coffee or tea?
***
Something I've appreciated in other blogs during NCLM is when people put up a little survey so you can introduce yourself more easily. Because I readily admit that sometimes even when you're enjoying someone's writing, it gets really hard after a while to think up something new to say in response. So here you go: instead of blathering on endlessly about myself, I'll ask about you (one of the cardinal precepts of good conversation).
1. What do you do for a living?
2. Where do you live?
3. Who do you live with?
4. What's your favorite book (or movie, if you don't have a favorite book)?
5. Coffee or tea?
Saturday, June 21, 2008
And now we are three
My baby turned three today. Who told her she was allowed to grow up? I blinked and now there's a child standing where my baby used to be. A talking, independent, cuddly, running, inquisitive, able-to-dismantle-just-about-anything child.
Happy birthday kitten. I can't wait to see what the next year brings.
Happy birthday kitten. I can't wait to see what the next year brings.
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