Posts Tagged ‘whining’

  • Geek Girls Unite

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    I recently attended BarCampRDU for the first time. I’m not going to go into detail explaining the concept behind this event but in a few words it’s a tech-heavy un-conference that takes place annually in the Raleigh area.

    It was a great event. Circumstances being what they were I was only there for half of the day but it was well organized, the sessions I went to were great and there were some really cool people there – kudos to the planners and participants!

    As the day began to wind down I noticed some dissent in the #barcampRDU twitter stream that I thought was very interesting.

    tesmith #BarCampRDU feels like there is No Girls Allowed sign on clubhouse. For example, beer socials not comfortable for lone geek girls #justsayin

    There were several retweets of this sentiment, but I don’t want to make it sound all bad – there were comments on both sides:

    tlkativ I’ve gone four years and never felt intimidated or unwelcome. @ruby @therab @wiggitywack @varshachawla@lazyphiphi#barcamprdu

    theRab @tlkativ @wiggitywack @varshachawla @tesmith i think the diverity issue is one of awareness not intimidation.#barcamprdu

    There was plenty more Twitter conversation on the topic and I’ve heard it came up IRL conversation at the end of BarCamp; the idea of more diversity in general, and making women specifically feel more welcome. Personally, I was impressed by the number of women at the event – I would guess around 15% were women – which I hear was a better turn out than in past years. It was notable, however, that of the 40 or so sessions that were pitched, only two came from women.

    In truth, I have my own “girl going to barcamp” story. I almost didn’t go to BarCamp at all as I had a couple of people, yes they were men, make comments that it was a “really technical conference” and that the sessions wouldn’t really be something I would be interested in. It’s not important what was said, what is important is that comments were made and they stuck with me – I did get the impression that I wasn’t altogether welcome at this conference. And no, I don’t think it was personal or intentional. It is what it is and any girl who works in or cares about IT gets this from time to time. But that is a big part of why we need girls at BarCamp.

    We need girls to show up and have a presence; to own their experiences and get up and talk about the things they’re passionate about. We need girls to be out there sharing their ideas and networking so we have resources to turn to when we have questions.

    To me the takeaway here isn’t recognizing that girls need to get out there, it’s recognizing that we need to DO something about it. All of us.

    So… Huh. I guess I should do something now.

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  • It’s about time

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    There are a few of you, I would even say “several”, who will read my next sentence, look up to the heavens and exclaim with frevrent joy “It’s about time!”.

    I got a speeding ticket yesterday.

    If you know me then you know I drive pretty fast. I like to be in control (which is why I have a stick shift) and I get very impatient when stuck behind slow drivers or sloppy drivers or drivers overly cautious of rain or snow or, oh hell, anyone not going 55+. I like to get where I’m going and I love getting there on a nice windy road at high speeds.

    Which makes yesterdays ticket that much more insulting. I was heading through NC State’s campus late in the evening. I’d been at work all day, followed by a three-hour history class and I just wanted to be home. Classicly, I was stuck behind some good ‘ole boy driving through campus at (what I would call) exceptionally slow speeds so I got impatient and made a right to get away from him and exit campus a different way.

    My alternate path was a road that’s under-utilized most days and downright dead at 9pm on a Wednesday night. There are no dorms down there, only administrative buildings and as I drove I did not see a single car- not even headlights in the distance. Until I saw the cop. The NC State cop. He was hiding on the side of the road. I passed him and he pulled out and followed me. Strangely he didn’t pull me right away. He actually waited until I was on a “real” road, off-campus (actually, I wonder now if that had anything to do with my ticket…), a road that is quite heavily-traveled.

    Probably because he was an NC State cop I didn’t think it would be a “real” ticket. I was wrong. Under the circumstances, I really didn’t think I was going that fast, but 42 mph sounds a lot worse when you find out the speed limit on that road 25 mph (I honestly thought it was 35 mph!). So if I do the math… carry the one… that’s me going 17 mph over the speed limit. I don’t know how that translates in points on my license, but it can’t be pretty.

    Ironically, I haven’t had a ticket in four or five years. My driving record is decptively clean considering my little speeding habbit. And this is where those family members and friends start cackling and rubbing their hands together: I think my brother has had three tickets in the last few years and I doubt he drives as fast as I do. I think I was due, and despite the crummy circumstances, my whining will stop here. I’ll try to be a good girl, drive the speed limit (ok, plus 7mph or so…) and avoid all windy roads for the next few months.

    Dammit.

  • The [adjective] Old Days

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    In the process of moving my blog over from Blogger I had to shift some “categories” and “tags” and I’m still updating old posts that had nothing. So it’s been in turns, funny, pathetic and nostalgic to review my earlier posts. A couple of posts in particular stood out: some comments on politics, old family trips, my yearly devotion to autumn. But there were two things I really enjoyed, and I think they’re a good reason to actually wallow in my nostalgia for a moment.

    Mac vs. PC
    I stumbled across a couple of pro-Windows posts from years past. I found it hilarious to read about Windows Vista since I have NEVER put it on any of my machines at home or at work (although I do have a beta of Windows 7 now… history repeating itself?). The I got my Mac about 8 months ago, my iPhone a few months later, and though I haven’t posted about it I’m waiting anxiously for news about Mac Mini upgrades so I can bring on of those babies home. BTW, I don’t hate Windows or anything. I just like Mac better now.

    The Busy Posts
    I knew that things were bad at work last year. Every now and then on bad days I remember how nuts I was and with certain projects popping up again the night-sweats have returned. But going back through some posts from late 2007 and spring of 2008 I really remember how bad things were. I actually think I did a pretty good job of not flipping out more than I did, under the circumstances. I thank my lucky stars we got to hire someone to help me at work before the budget fell into the crapper.

  • Always Look on the Bright Side of Life (Monty Python)

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    My crazy cousin has a great blog where she spends lots of time talking about her sweet little baby (http://jellybeanmama.blogspot.com/). Her post yesterday (“It Could Always Be Worse”) resonated because I, and I suspect many of you, have been feeling the chill of recession and tension of questionable job security lately.

    So here is my contribution to positive thinking. The 5 things I am grateful for today:

    1. Friends who have you over for a fantastic (and free) home-cooked meal. Comes with great conversation.
    2. A home that has a mortgage I can afford.
    3. Having a skill and a job (with awesome perks like health insurance and coworkers I like) where I am able to help people do the stuff they want to do.
    4. That the interweb will let me buy all my presents and will send them to me so I can avoid the mall and save a little money.
    5. My family and the technology that let’s me stay in touch with them (Welcome to Facebook, Lisa!)
  • Thanksgiving: The Horror

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    Yes, all right, it’s been a month since I’ve posted. I am going to add a “Post to blog” task on my “Remember the Milk” list and monitor it via my iPhone. I know, it’s hard to believe I don’t have time to post since I obviously don’t have a life.

    So I am one of those people that, when asked by friends and neighbors “how was your Thanksgiving?”, feel compelled to really answer. A simple “fine” is not in my vocabulary. And when I stopped to recall this Thanksgiving, it was really quite chilling.

    First there was the conversation at Thanksgiving dinner. Somehow I ended up sitting between my dad and my uncle and their conversation was nothing short of macabre. Seriously, all of the following came up:

    • Who they know that’s dying and of what
    • My uncle’s friend, the coroner, and a review of “what not to do when contemplating suicide” (including a review of blood splatter clean-up)
    • Hunting/ cleaning animals (and I don’t mean a bath)
    • And to round it up, great moments from the movie “Deliverance”

    Then on the Friday, I did something I have never, ever done before: I went shopping the day after Thanksgiving. To be clear, I don’t like to step in a store after Thanksgiving. Anything that hasn’t been bought before t-day gets bought online. But my aunt and cousin (and cute baby!) were there and there were some good deals (seriously, a crock pot for $10?!) so off we went. On the bright side, I didn’t trampled by ravenous shoppers, though I did hurt my back holding that crock pot while waiting in line for 35 minutes.

    Finally, the real horror: my mom burned the turkey. I can’t say enough about how out of character this is (and Lisa, if you mention this to her I will cut you!) and it’s not like this made the turkey bad. It’s still turkey. It was just… different. And it was done early, so I wasn’t that hungry yet. But I still ate too much. It just threw off my whole Thanksgiving experience. For the record, I am aware that I am a big whiny baby.

    So please respond and share your turkey stories. Hope everyone had a great holiday! And I’m going to download the iPhone app that let’s you post to your blog so keep an eye out for more posts!

  • The Brain Bone is connected to the Mouth Bone

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    I have lost the ability to communicate recently. It may have been going for sometime now but it’s reached epically bad proportions recently.

    Have you ever been thinking one thing but your mouth says something else? Today, while walking to get coffee with the new web guy (who will hopefully make my work life much easier) we were talking about my new TV and the possibility of TiVo etc. I was thinking:

    “I got DVR the second it came out, back when it was the dirty little secret of cable. I love my DVR!”.

    … but what I said was (oh god. So mortifying)…

    “I love you”.

    Naturally I just kept talking. I briefly tried to clarify my love for the DVR rather than him but mostly I tried to gloss over my apparent attempt at sexual harassment 30 minutes after he showed up for his first day of work. Oh, the humiliation.

    This is not the only example. At trivia I wrote down ‘Siskel and Egbert’ (rather than ‘Ebert”), and I thought Michael Jackson’s kids’ godfather was Marlon Brando (FYI, it’s Macaulay Caulkin and isn’t Brando everyone’s godfather?). I also recently referenced the movie “Harold and Kumar go to Washington”. I’m not sure what’s worse: messing up the title of a classic, iconic movie or the fact that now Mr. Smith apparently has to go to White Castle.

    Keep your fingers crossed that this is a phase and it passes quickly– I say stupid enough stuff normally. None of you want me calling you for bail money after I say “Thank you for my ticket, Mr. Occifer!”. Now that I have a big, pretty TV I can’t bail myself out anymore! (my god, I sound blonde, don’t I?).

  • I’ll be the one talking to myself in the corner…

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    My boss made a joke the other day – a “joke” – that I can’t have a boyfriend because I don’t have time. Well, it’s 11:30pm on a Saturday night, date night, and I am at work. I really hope this is as low as it’s going to get but I just don’t know.

    Last two weeks in 30 seconds or less:
    Saw shop-happy aunt and uncle for a day which was great but depressingly short; won an award for working so much; trying to find a wii so I can can wail on some Banjo Hero (Legends of Bluegrass); cuzin moved to cute new house; schoolwork is really cramping any social life I might have had; ‘Canes making the run for the playoffs- go boys, go!

  • The mean reds

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    It’s 11:45pm. Not that late really but since I’ve been trying to fall asleep for almost an hour the time has gone by agonizingly slowly. I’ve read, had the TV on, TV off, played mind-numbing games on my cell phone, and lain in the dark thinking of soft sandy beaches. I’ve tried thinking of nothing. It’s all been spectacularly unsuccessful.

    I’m thinking about work, and all the stuff I haven’t done. Thinking about school, and all the stuff I haven’t done. Thinking about my pregnant cousin and all her crazy stress, thinking about my office NCAA tournament pool that I’ve done nothing to prepare for, thinking about my weight and the fact that I gained three pounds last week in NY (despite being sick while I was away- not the best trip ever), thinking about the fact that I’m supposed to get up and go to the gym in, uh… less than five hours.

    And those are the not-so-dark-and-depressing thoughts. Somehow all the stupid little things I have to worry about seem to be a catalyst for the big concerns that can usually be ignored. The combined mass is, well, it’s keeping me awake for one thing. I can’t shut off my brain. I feel like I need to take a giant step back from everything. And wasn’t my vacation supposed to help me do that? Damn it!

    I hate to post this sappy, whiny crap and I’m pretty sure I have a rule against posting this late at night for just this reason. Now I need to re-read this tomorrow to make sure it doesn’t say anything too stupid. Great– something else to do.

  • Frank said “somethings gotta give”…

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    I think it’s been fairly well documented that I’m busy. It may also have come up that I can’t say “no” to things – I get overbooked. Part of the ‘year of Jen’ was to work on this problem, but I’m not doing very well.

    Work is – busy. People keep leaving and we can’t hire replacements fast enough (plus hiring takes time we don’t have, which is an irritating catch-22). It’s a busy time of year anyway and add to that a few poorly-timed projects (transition to PHP5 servers- still love ya, Jason) and I’m in the middle of a stress test.

    Of course what do I do? I have a vacation planned! I leave Friday at 4:00pm for NYC. Unfortunately, the last person to leave was my only web back-up, which means my boss will be stuck calling inexperienced part-timers or application programmers in my absence- neither of whom want to do my job. I expect I may need to take care of a few things while I’m away.

    So, treading water as fast as I can I’ve just managed to stay mostly ahead of the work needs. I have not done as well with other things, such as my master’s class. I was unable to finish my assignment that was due tonight. I don’t know if that means I need to drop the class or audit it or what. I just couldn’t get it all done. I’m going to see if I can catch up at all over spring break, and if not… well, if it’s work or school I have to take care of work. I hate to get two months into a class and bail though. Sigh.

    I am going to do my damnedest to let all this go on Friday at 4pm. Check back and I’ll let you know how successful I am and how cold NYC was!

  • Random Updates

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    Progress Energy
    Apparently I wasn’t the only one with power problems in my area. Progress Energy came out and tore up the cables for everyone in my row of townhouses and then kindly put down grass seed in the area where I’d just finished killing the grass. On the plus side, my power hasn’t flickered in the slightest since then so (knock on wood) I think things might be fixed!

    Bedroom Set
    It’s GORGEOUS! The biggest problem now is that I don’t want to get up in the morning because it’s so pretty and comfy! Yeah!

    Valentine’s Day & Weight Watchers
    It took me a couple days to get over it this year. My ability to ignore it was tested by several obstacles. My roommate got flowers and enjoyed her time with the boyfriend; I went to a Valentine’s Day party with six couples (including an ex) and… me- lucky number 13; and my Weight Watchers meeting cheered me right up with the news I lost a whopping – wait for it – .6lbs.
    In fact, I’ve lost in total only about 8lbs in the 6 weeks I’ve been doing WW. I think in part that’s because I’ve been going to the gym so much; I know some of this is muscle. But WW doesn’t account for that and it certainly didn’t cheer me up on the 14th. Hence the very mopey post. The only defense I can offer is, as sad and bitter as that post sounded, I was WAY more sad and bitter in real life.

    But we’re past it. Another year until V-Day comes again. I wonder if I’ll still be single… ;)

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