As summer gets closer and the days get longer – or at least they seem to despite being 24 hours each – things get… interesting here. Actually, it’s more that I’m adjusting to The Husband having a job again and the cats are adjusting to no longer having two humans at their beck and call.
This has resulted in me being perpetually catted. Not to mention the feline gastronomy alarm going off around midday despite them being supposed to get their good food for dinner at… dinner time. Somewhere between 4 & 5 normally, although their superior pesting ability usually convinced The Husband to feed them nearer to 2 in the afternoon.
And yes pesting totally is a word in this household.
I’m also quietly celebrating that I no longer need the damned mask in most places I usually go – I had the second shot yesterday, so I’m officially allowed to go bare-faced again. Alleluia and all that. I hate the bloody thing and only use it where they have the signs up saying you have to (which is most places, although the signs they are a-changing to now say that if you’ve had the vaccine you don’t need it).
I also caught myself thinking today that I really doubt my employer would appreciate my type of “diversity”. Cynical and sarcastic tends not to be well received by corporate types who are all rah-rah about how wonderful everything is. Me, I’m in a job where I’m supposed to find as much wrong with the software as I can before it gets released, so yeah, of course I’m going to be kind of negative.
It’s typical tester mindset. If you haven’t found any bugs that just means they’re better at hiding than you are at finding them. And the glass is not half full or half empty – it’s twice as big as it needs to be. The most terrifying thing a tester can say to a programmer is “Hey, this is interesting.” Closely followed by, “I’m really not doing this to make your life hell.”
Unfortunately, cynical sarcastic uber-introvert is not the kind of intersectional diversity prized by the establishment, and it’s very much not the kind that’s prized by HR departments (what I think of HR departments is something that stretches even my linguistic ability – I’d need to be able to curse in multiple languages, several of them dead and at least one of them banned. Let’s just say that HR departments tend to be the dumping ground of the credentialed and uneducated, and the handful of decent people who find their way into that part of a business usually get overshadowed by the collection of oh-so-earnest wokedy dahlings who believe it’s completely their responsibility to turn the whole company into a kind of multiwhatsis hodgepodge while happily enforcing whatever the corporate groupthink happens to be).
Anyway, it was a beautiful day today and a right shame to have to spend it inside working. At least I got windows open and a bit of fresh air flowing through the house – so have a photo of Westley and Midnight enjoying one of the windows.