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September 11, 2000 |
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Today is a busy day. It is the magic day where our team decided we would
ship milestones… on three products. Luckily, I'm only
involved with two of them, but it is still a major pain to deal with. I
suppose that part of the problem is that everyone is so highstrung at this
time, that the simplest problems, like say a typo, would give some people
fits. Yeah, in the grand scheme of things… it is a typo, but
finding a typo in your novel when you're minutes away from running it to
the printers is going to make you a bit… tense.
That's how everyone is behaving these days. If we keep this up
for much longer, I can see someone coming in with an Uzi, well a
Nerf™ one anyway. I can see people who are fairly even tempered
getting into shouting matches and that's never any. [Sigh!]
I was tracking about three different bugs in different places, as well as
coordinating some changes with some other people, and at times I was
literally running up and down the hallways. While I was talking to Dugan
about a particular bug, I get paged. Apparently someone had left me a
voice-mail message. I wander back to my office shortly after and check the
message. It's from Scott, he was
wondering if I was attending the fair on Thursday. That's funny because I
had already replied that I was, but I called him back anyway. He wasn't
there; classic Scott.
I wander
off to double check some of the other problems we were encountering, not
that noteworthy really. What was noteworthy was the fact that my
office door was shut. I don't normally shut the door during the day.
Naturally, I opened the door. It is my office. I came to find
Scott, standing on a chair decorating my office. That explains things. He
was putting up Husky paraphernalia in my office.
After he had gone through so much trouble to put some of the stuff up, I
allowed him to finish up. He had gone through the trouble of getting
hundreds of University of Washington pocket schedules so put up a phrase on
my ceiling… that's right, my ceiling. Still I sat there
quietly doing my work while he continued.
I still think it is silly. You see, Scott has never attended the
University of Washington, he is a "Husky" by proximity, that doesn't make
sense to me. Yes, I understand that many people do it, but to me
it still doesn't make sense. To identify with someone or something by
geography is like bragging that the neighbor down the block has a fast car.
The point being, it is not your car, you have nothing to
brag about. It is not his school; he has nothing to brag about.
He is not a "Husky", and thus it doesn't make sense for him to
refer to the Huskies as "we". Yes, and I argued this point long before the
Hurricanes' defeat to the Huskies.
Don't get me started on how stupid the label "Dawg" happens to be. It's a losing cause!
September 11, 2000