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Our office is attempting to go green, so my team has voluntarily gone on a 4-day work week - 4 ten-hour days. Used to do this all the time at the educational institution - every summer we'd go to a 4-day work week. It was much easier when my sleep schedule wasn't entirely FUBAR. As it is, I am averaging around 4 hours of sleep a night on the new schedule. Under normal conditions, I do fine on 6, but after 3 days of 10 hour days on less than 5 hours...I'm draggin' bad. Not even Mountain Dew Voltage (raspberry flavor with ginseng!) and loud rock-n-roll on the headphones could keep my head from nodding...
Of course, I get home and THEN the Mountain Dew hits. Wide awake now.
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The sleep specialist was saying I need to let go of stuff at bedtime.... but sometimes I just have to stay up and resolve them... For instance, my Shuttle XPC died recently - CPU fan. Not horrible, just inconvenient. On one of those restless nights, finally got the gumption to fix it, left it plugged directly into the wall afterwards for *once* overnight...and it got damaged by a power surge...wouldn't post at all! Since it's the machine I sync my iPhone to and the one my iTunes library is on, I was disgruntled. Mike's XPC is unused, so he offered to let me use his. I didn't want to take his hard drive out, felt kinda bad about taking his machine, even though he wasn't using it. So I ended up leaving his HD in and disconnecting his hard drive cable and prying my hard drive out and leaving my hard drive hanging out of his computer. Of course, being a small form factor PC, the cables were absurdly short and I couldn't put the hard drive down on the desk or on top of the drive bay. I ended up using a cereal box to support the hard drive... All of this at around 1:30 AM. But I got my iPhone synced, darn it!
A form of OCD, I guess. I get these mild obsessions to complete a task before I go to bed, whether it's to rewatch a show or to accomplish some end goal. Of course, if I'd just get an earlier start, it wouldn't be so bad... Takes me such a long time to wind down from work (surprise, surprise), then there's the WoW monkey to feed. Late at night seems the most peaceful time to get things done.
Jun. 12th, 2008
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Jun. 12th, 2008 01:25 amDaily Administrivia:
- 07:05 doing 10 hr. days on 4.5 hrs. of sleep is making me very cranky #
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Jun. 12th, 2008 06:57 amSo I'm sitting at work, incredibly bored, making an effort to look busy--which is tremendous work, btw, when you have to look busy from 3 different angles... I'm in hurry-up-and-wait mode. Can't do anything until people finish writing or illustrating. My boredom is suddenly lifted when I hear my boss tell the customer we're going to deliver my boss' course on Friday.
1) I doan work on Fridays. Kinda the point of 10 hour days.
2) I'm missing a whole module.
I take my headphones off (a mere pretense to ignore 99.9% of what goes on in the office), fix my evil eye upon my boss. "Eh, so what's this about delivery at the end of the week."
"Well, Course 7 is almost done. Just a few more graphics."
"Aside from the trivial details of Q/A and programming, what about module 7 in the course?"
"It's done."
I lift an eyebrow at him. Not really, I can't do that, but I give him a sufficiently dirty look, "Whatchootalkingabout, Willis? What is this Module 7 you speak?"
"Module 7 is built. I've already farmed out the graphics work for it."
The graphic artist spins around in his chair for a moment, interjects, "No you haven't" and then returns to his heavy metal headbanging.
I display the empty placeholder directory on my screen. "Your logic is not our earth logic, martian."
I turn my interrogation spotlight upon him. "Are you saying you finished writing a module and forgot to tell me?"
Squirm, squirm. "Ummm...possibly. We were really busy at the time..."
I go into the directory where he's supposed to put his finished writing. I'm willing to be magnanimous. "Okay, perhaps I missed it." I pull up his document. It very obviously is NOT a finished document. He looks puzzled. He tells me to check another directory. When that reveals a document in an even rawer state, a stream of profanities starts issuing forth. "Is it on another machine perhaps?" I query.
"#$*&*!@. I forgot to finish it."
"Oh, okay, just wanted to make sure it wasn't me."
My honor upheld, with supreme indifference I put my headphones back on and return to my regularly scheduled loafing efforts.
1) I doan work on Fridays. Kinda the point of 10 hour days.
2) I'm missing a whole module.
I take my headphones off (a mere pretense to ignore 99.9% of what goes on in the office), fix my evil eye upon my boss. "Eh, so what's this about delivery at the end of the week."
"Well, Course 7 is almost done. Just a few more graphics."
"Aside from the trivial details of Q/A and programming, what about module 7 in the course?"
"It's done."
I lift an eyebrow at him. Not really, I can't do that, but I give him a sufficiently dirty look, "Whatchootalkingabout, Willis? What is this Module 7 you speak?"
"Module 7 is built. I've already farmed out the graphics work for it."
The graphic artist spins around in his chair for a moment, interjects, "No you haven't" and then returns to his heavy metal headbanging.
I display the empty placeholder directory on my screen. "Your logic is not our earth logic, martian."
I turn my interrogation spotlight upon him. "Are you saying you finished writing a module and forgot to tell me?"
Squirm, squirm. "Ummm...possibly. We were really busy at the time..."
I go into the directory where he's supposed to put his finished writing. I'm willing to be magnanimous. "Okay, perhaps I missed it." I pull up his document. It very obviously is NOT a finished document. He looks puzzled. He tells me to check another directory. When that reveals a document in an even rawer state, a stream of profanities starts issuing forth. "Is it on another machine perhaps?" I query.
"#$*&*!@. I forgot to finish it."
"Oh, okay, just wanted to make sure it wasn't me."
My honor upheld, with supreme indifference I put my headphones back on and return to my regularly scheduled loafing efforts.