A CHiP sighting
On TV, right now, a stupid movie with Erik Estrada. I’m trying to explain to the next generation how he used to be a “CHiPs“, on every day due to the warped schedules of syndication. Thankfully, his acting style hasn’t evolved, so it didn’t require much extra information to put the idea of two guys, on motorcycles, on the highway in LA into the proper pigeon hole. Oh, the “good old days” weren’t always glorious.
Enough character assassination.
MY goal, this last bit, is to leave behind small traces of what my work routine is like. So I can look back and reminisce, when the time comes. And yes, I know, the “good old days” aren’t always glorious… This morning, a videoconference, hosted by someone expensive with a bridge connection. All went as planned (or not). The idea of booking the conference room was forgotten, so I had to find alternate quarters with less than five minutes to get the bridge guys in the loop. It worked, but planning is such a forgotten art.
That took care of the morning workload. The afternoon was largely an exercise in clock watching, and reminding others that “the weekend is almost here”. Never gets old, in the workplace. We accept Monday, recognize the hump on Wednesday and get out as quickly as we can on Friday. Cross off another week on the calendar and then get right back at it after the required pause.
My new bus stop has been found. Seven minutes walk to the west, a chance to watch the bus round the curve, and then on the road back to where I want to be.
