"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
We had a team meeting this morning and talked about fun stuff like textbook design and pedagogy.
Then this evening, I read several more issues of The Walking Dead and realized, as I did after the 12th issue several months ago, that maybe this comic just isn’t for me.
You know, it was just that kind of day.
I spent most of today picking up trash in Riverbank State Park in uptown Manhattan.
Why did I do this? you may very well be asking yourself. Well, it was all part of our company’s “volunteer days,” which is either a new policy or one I’ve never heard of in my just shy of eight years working there. We get one day off a year to volunteer at local programs and charities, and this was one of three options we were given.
It was gorgeous weather for it — my one regret is that my phone (and its camera) died on me before I could take any pictures — but I am now surprisingly tired and a little achy. And if I never see another bottle cap in my life… But it was actually nice. We worked from ten to three, with a generous break for lunch, and hopefully helped keep one of the city’s parks a little cleaner.
I didn’t finish everything I wanted to get done today, but the couple of things I was a little worried about going into it went well. Or at least better than expected. And, plus, there were donuts.
The donuts were for a coworker who’s getting married this weekend, and whose last day — unrelated to the wedding; she got another job — was today. So I guess they were bittersweet donuts.
I didn’t know her very well, as we’d only been working for the same group since I moved across the office in April. It’s been kind of a weird year at the office for me. The group I used to work for has changed pretty dramatically, and I rarely even see the people I used to hang around with (at the office, at least). It’s not super-awkward, and if it is, it’s maybe more in my head, my natural proclivity towards awkwardness and difficulty making friends. But I sometimes can’t help but wonder, lately, about what’s been lost.
Still, everything changes, and I do like the group I work for now, and the work I’m doing. (Well, y’know, overall, and within reason.) But, I dunno. It’s autumn, when thoughts almost naturally turn a little melancholic.
Did I mention there were donuts? So it’s all good.
Unless you count the tornado, it was a quiet day all around.
Well, it was more a tornado watch, a severe weather warning. We’re being buffeted with heavy rain and wind as I type this, and the wind was crazy all day, but I’m hopeful that will be the worst of it.
Other than that, it was pretty much just an average day at work, from home.
You know how yesterday I said it’s been months since I overslept and got a latter train? Well, I did it again this morning.
I’d forgotten, however, that there is a train from Jamaica to Hunterspoint Avenue at that time of the morning, too, so it all worked out, even better than yesterday. I’m not going to make a habit of it — I’m actually looking to move out, probably closer to the city, and cutting the LIRR out altogether — but sometimes, when you don’t really nod off until well after midnight, that extra little bit in the morning makes all the difference.
Anyway, beyond that, just lots and lots of work.