We all move slowly
Try to imagine a scene where threescore and plus of us, all of a certain age, dressed in our working uniform (polo shirts and baggy jeans or shorts) are sitting in rows. Before us, 119 PowerPoint slides, a dozen video captures of a server screen and enough acronyms to fill a bowl of alphaghetti.
That was me and the gang, today. A session on “deployment of W7” for those who must. Anyone standing outside the door would fall asleep, from hypnotic boredom. Those of us, inside after two days and nights of what people call a “heat wave” weren’t much better. Not exactly comatose, but…
I don’t get sent for “training”, much. Not because I’ve mastered my universe, but because I’m no longer considered a long-term investment. I’m ripe, ready for the next phase, heading down the ramp. Before the next version of Windows is ready for “deployment”, I might actually be gone. Still, it’s slack time, so I accompanied the keener minds, just because.
The highlight, obviously, was lunchtime. Outside, on a patio, enjoying a lot of salad (the only thing on the menu that wasn’t hot) and ready to turn like a windvane at the slightest touch of breeze. It hit 34C today, the hottest I can remember. When my grandchildren ask “what did you do in the early days of global warming ?”, I’ll be able to reply that I went in the pool (for the first time in years), (and the second time).
Even the dog is ready to beg for mercy.
