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Tempering the medical with the random
Mar. 16th, 2011 10:07 pm( Cut for thoughts on medical stuff )
Onto less horribly depressing stuff.
I appear to be an Archer's addict. Have I hit middle age already?
Spring may finally be appearing here. There are the tips of green things poking through the flower bed in my front lawn, so the bulbs I planted in the autumn appear to have survived. I'm really looking forward to seeing all the pretty flowers when they come through.
The March edition of Asimov's magazine had several very good, thought-provoking stories. The type of story that stays with you long after you've read it, not because it was particularly graphic or scary but because the ideas are intense and disturbing if you really examine them and there are no easy answers. I remarked to someone this week that we don't read sci-fi to be comforted. That's not strictly true all the time - there is a lot of fun feel-good stuff out there - but I don't think the average sci-fi fan stays with the genre for the comfort factor. We read to be challenged and forced to think and I think some of those Asimov's stories were exactly what this genre is about.
I am currently working on two projects at work: Project Snowball and Project Bloody Nightmare. You can probably tell from my naming system just what these are like. Yesterday M, the analyst on Project Snowball, had a meeting with various stakeholders and was asked what the current deadlines were. He referred them to the software development docs, which detailed all the milestones etc. The other people in the meeting asked whether he had updated them in light of the new requirements issued on Friday.
What new requirements?
Oh, yes, they may not have actually sent M the new requirements. Heh heh.
On Project Bloody Nightmare, we are still fighting over what the project is actually building.
Oddly, I really enjoy my job despite all this. I must be a masochist.
Tomorrow it's St. Patrick's day. This event has sucked the brains from all my colleagues, who are spending more time putting shamrocks around the cubicles and planning tomorrow's breakfast event than they are doing anything else. Sadly, I am missing the breakfast due to medical tests. Argh.
The hidden cost of chronic illness: missing all the fun stuff because tests/appointments/illness always co-incides with them.
Onto less horribly depressing stuff.
I appear to be an Archer's addict. Have I hit middle age already?
Spring may finally be appearing here. There are the tips of green things poking through the flower bed in my front lawn, so the bulbs I planted in the autumn appear to have survived. I'm really looking forward to seeing all the pretty flowers when they come through.
The March edition of Asimov's magazine had several very good, thought-provoking stories. The type of story that stays with you long after you've read it, not because it was particularly graphic or scary but because the ideas are intense and disturbing if you really examine them and there are no easy answers. I remarked to someone this week that we don't read sci-fi to be comforted. That's not strictly true all the time - there is a lot of fun feel-good stuff out there - but I don't think the average sci-fi fan stays with the genre for the comfort factor. We read to be challenged and forced to think and I think some of those Asimov's stories were exactly what this genre is about.
I am currently working on two projects at work: Project Snowball and Project Bloody Nightmare. You can probably tell from my naming system just what these are like. Yesterday M, the analyst on Project Snowball, had a meeting with various stakeholders and was asked what the current deadlines were. He referred them to the software development docs, which detailed all the milestones etc. The other people in the meeting asked whether he had updated them in light of the new requirements issued on Friday.
What new requirements?
Oh, yes, they may not have actually sent M the new requirements. Heh heh.
On Project Bloody Nightmare, we are still fighting over what the project is actually building.
Oddly, I really enjoy my job despite all this. I must be a masochist.
Tomorrow it's St. Patrick's day. This event has sucked the brains from all my colleagues, who are spending more time putting shamrocks around the cubicles and planning tomorrow's breakfast event than they are doing anything else. Sadly, I am missing the breakfast due to medical tests. Argh.
The hidden cost of chronic illness: missing all the fun stuff because tests/appointments/illness always co-incides with them.
