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Are work phones still a thing?
The boss asked what I thought was an odd question: “How do I contact someone when all I know is their telephone extension?” I answered that she should dial 1, area code, first three digits of the main number, followed by the extension. ”No,“ a co-worker said, “That won’t work.” This co-worker is my age.…
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Bitter cold
Bad: Today’s national weather was ice in the south, and eight inches of snow at -4 here in the middle, and similar nastiness up north. This means that Important Work People cannot fly in for an Important Work Conference this week. However, Local Important Work People will attend, so it was all hands on deck…
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Limitations of AI
It occurred to me today that AI was great early on in my work project. It whipped up seventeen case studies in a row, scraped documents to find examples supporting my objectives, cobbled together ways to engage remote students. It was like a devoted new boyfriend. That was months ago, though. You know what AI…
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Again with the shoes
What. The Hell. I again went in to the office, I again looked down at my feet, and I AGAIN saw that my shoes were disintegrating. Not the heels this time. The uppers. Evidently, my lime green sandals are white sandals that WERE coated with suede-like green flocking. They don’t like the office any more…
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Best part of on-site
The best parts of last week’s on-site were the conversations. Team conversation. My six-member work team had a happy hour at Westport Social, a local fun and games establishment. It’s known for a menu of wanton excess. No deep-fried pizza or Oreo fondue, but yeah, things like that. We discussed topics that would be boring…
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Worst part of on-site
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Visiting the office
Today we start another one of those required-attendance in-office weeks. I have been thinking far too much about what to wear. There have been heavy consultations with my boobs regarding packing them into the pre-pandemic underwire bra. “Nooooooo,” they say, in chorus. “Noooooo. We don’t like bras. And if we have to, we like thr…
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In Which I am Reminded I am Old
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Shoes
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Work Week
Last week my department called all employees into the office for a week-long event. Even the out-of-town employees had to fly to Saint Louis. My medical exemption meant I didn’t have to come in at all, but I could if I felt comfortable. I felt comfortable for one six-hour day in an auditorium, one half…
