What are you doing today?

Just put the hardtop back on the Jeep, it's going to be nasty weather the rest of the week (well, it started over the weekend), and we plan on using it - plus, we're going to be down a car, as mine is gone on Thursday.

Fixing some janky old code of mine, good lord, I refused to even update it, till it was in better shape.

Well, pretending to work, hahahaha, also knocking around on various EV/Tesla sites - apparently the audio in the TM3 is __spectacular__, like some audio engineers saying "Best stock system ever", and "It performs better than the X branded $12K upgrade on Y make ..."

Woot!
 
Scepticalscribe said:
Bread, wine, and yes, (quelle horreur) cheese.....are all sadly lacking in my fridge or larder at the moment.

This deficiency must be remedied.

Granted, I will readily concede that the moustache and the beret aren't a part of my normal....er, costume, or even disguise (that conjures up thoughts of Monty Python's Life Of Brian).

Actually, I remember first seeing Life Of Brian - one of my favourite movies - with Other Brother - two earnest teenagers sipping orange juice in a pub where it was shown - quasi legally - having busily cycled in to see it at short notice (and heard about it, in the sort of liberal arty circles that we frequented, that it would be shown sort of illegally but not quite legally in a pub with links to the arty and theatrical crowd, whereupon we both cycled into the city, locked our bicycles, entered the pub, bought orange juice, and watched Monty Python, everyone else was drinking something more robust), at home, of course, we were allowed to drink, my parents encouraged us to join them with wine over dinner, believing that encouraging kids to sip wine in a civilised (French) manner was both civilised and cultured - but we didn't do the pints-falling-off-bar-stools as teenagers - that came later, much later, a few years into life at university...
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I was a pub regular from 14-15. There was no orange juice purchased!
 
Apple fanboy said:
I was a pub regular from 14-15. There was no orange juice purchased!
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Decent Brother had a similar adolescence to yours, and also, for a variety of reasons, (both parents had been promoted, both were travelling a lot more in their jobs, and were away, plus, I suspect that they thought he would behave in a similar way to the pair of us, but he didn't), experiened less by way of strict parental oversight than had been the case with Other Brother & I, and, as he matured early, he had no difficulty darkening the doors of pubs from an early age.

However, Other Brother always looked younger than he was, which meant that even when he went to university, he still looked like a schoolboy for a while. Plus, if I am honest, Other Brother and I were sort of Puritans, - we studied, and rarely socialised, by choice, while still at school - which Decent Brother - who adored pubs - never was.
 
Apple fanboy said:
I was a pub regular from 14-15. There was no orange juice purchased!
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From mid teens, we drank wine at home, and my parents - my father, in particular - was perfectly happy to treat me to wine (I didn't drink beer in those days) - and enjoyed having a drink out with me - whenever we ate out, or passed some time in a hotel bar, or the sort of pub my parents felt comfortable visiting.
 
Apple fanboy said:
I was a pub regular from 14-15. There was no orange juice purchased!
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I was going down the pub properly at 16 too but there was less asking for proof of age back then compared to now lol. I used to laugh when I was 17 and going to nightclubs, I had a provisional driving license and bouncers would ask for ID. The amount of times they’d look at your date of birth and then wave you in because they couldn’t do the maths was incredible lol.
 
Scepticalscribe said:
From mid teens, we drank wine at home, and my parents - my father, in particular - was perfectly happy to treat me to wine (I didn't drink beer in those days) - and enjoyed having a drink out with me - whenever we ate out, or passed some time in a hotel bar, or the sort of pub my parents felt comfortable visiting.
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I used to have more of a self service set up with my Dads beer. Quick beer at lunchtime before heading back to school was there norm at one stage.
 
The-Real-Deal82 said:
I was going down the pub properly at 16 too but there was less asking for proof of age back then compared to now lol. I used to laugh when I was 17 and going to nightclubs, I had a provisional driving license and bouncers would ask for ID. The amount of times they’d look at your date of birth and then wave you in because they couldn’t do the maths was incredible lol.
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I recall being asked my DOB. But you didn’t have to produce an ID back then.

Currently watching the France V Germany game. I’d hoped to do it on the TV in the study and do a bit of work as well. But that TV isn’t showing it. Grrrrr.
 
Apple fanboy said:
I used to have more of a self service set up with my Dads beer. Quick beer at lunchtime before heading back to school was there norm at one stage.
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Briliant; I'm chuckling, reading this.

Actually, I can imagine that Decent Brother would have thoroughly enjoyed trying something similar (but only when parents weren't around).
 
Apple fanboy said:
I used to have more of a self service set up with my Dads beer. Quick beer at lunchtime before heading back to school was there norm at one stage.
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Raiding Dad's booze only happened in university and my postgrad and teaching days, and he was Not Happy when thirsty friends (almost invariably male - I recall individuals sneaking quietly out of the house at 6 or 7 a.m. before parents woke up, and got up for work and discovered the drunks in the kitchen happily imbibing - I blush to recall this stuff - we would have arrived after a fit of hospitality on my part after pub closing and after my poor father had headed to bed); then, his beer, wine and whisky were sampled and consumed.

In fairness, the favour was returned in the homes of a few friends, where we would sit, talking and drinking for half the night.

Happy days.
 
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Another normal day.


7:30 Go through the plans for the day and update the Kanban board.
8:15 Team standup (virtual).
8:45 Start work on planned task 1.
8:46 Incoming Slack drags me off to sorted out critical issue.
9:45 Moan about everyone involved to my manager for dragging me into totally non-critical issue that was in reality someone else’s lack of planning.
9:50 Restart planned task 1.
9:55 Incoming Slack drags me to revisiting a task from three weeks ago that someone has finally decided to revisit and needs an answer on this morning.
11:45 Finish with second unplanned task then schedule meeting for this afternoon about first issue because it’s bothering me and I’d like some answers so I can look at a proper permanent fix.
11:46 Return back to planned task 1.
11:47 Reschedule afternoon’s meeting to tomorrow because someone has decided they’re not available because they didn’t update their calendar.
11:50 Back to…
11:50 Re-reschedule meeting because another member has tomorrow off for PTO - again - no calendar updated. Agreed to original time, first person will not attend but I’ll send recording.
11:51 B…
11:52 Take call from C-Exec asking why issue discussed this morning was still an issue. Explain we’re having a meeting at 3:00pm. Exec immediately calls meeting - everyone attends. First 45 minutes is convincing Exec why there’s no real issue other than making sure it doesn’t happen again - something I’m planning on working on. Exec the states he wants fix in today.
1:00pm Quick Lunch.
1:12 Text message from team member who would do testing saying they need to leave at 4 to pick up child from Soccer Practice - so is there any way I could get fix in by 3 to give them a chance to test. Again - Calendar?
1:15 Start work on fix to non existent crisis.
2:45 Get reminded by tester they’re leaving at 4.
3:00 Get reminded again - say it’ll be another 30 minutes.
3:25 Deliver fix to tester. Go to slack them - they’re offline. They apparently left early because their kid kicked the goal post instead of ball and is now in tears…
3:30 Call my boss to bitch (again).
3:40 Send email to everyone saying fix has been delivered and waiting to be tested.
3:42 Get OOO email from tester - they’re apparently on PTO as well until Friday. HOW FUCKING DIFFICULT IS IT PEOPLE TO KEEP YOUR CALENDAR UPDATED????
3:45 Back on the phone to boss to release a nuclear explosion sized profanity filled vent.
4:00 Look at the ruins of the day and decide now’s a good time to take my lunch hour…

I’d like to claim this was an odd day, but it’s not.
 
MissNomer said:
Another normal day.


7:30 Go through the plans for the day and update the Kanban board.
8:15 Team standup (virtual).
8:45 Start work on planned task 1.
8:46 Incoming Slack drags me off to sorted out critical issue.
9:45 Moan about everyone involved to my manager for dragging me into totally non-critical issue that was in reality someone else’s lack of planning.
9:50 Restart planned task 1.
9:55 Incoming Slack drags me to revisiting a task from three weeks ago that someone has finally decided to revisit and needs an answer on this morning.
11:45 Finish with second unplanned task then schedule meeting for this afternoon about first issue because it’s bothering me and I’d like some answers so I can look at a proper permanent fix.
11:46 Return back to planned task 1.
11:47 Reschedule afternoon’s meeting to tomorrow because someone has decided they’re not available because they didn’t update their calendar.
11:50 Back to…
11:50 Re-reschedule meeting because another member has tomorrow off for PTO - again - no calendar updated. Agreed to original time, first person will not attend but I’ll send recording.
11:51 B…
11:52 Take call from C-Exec asking why issue discussed this morning was still an issue. Explain we’re having a meeting at 3:00pm. Exec immediately calls meeting - everyone attends. First 45 minutes is convincing Exec why there’s no real issue other than making sure it doesn’t happen again - something I’m planning on working on. Exec the states he wants fix in today.
1:00pm Quick Lunch.
1:12 Text message from team member who would do testing saying they need to leave at 4 to pick up child from Soccer Practice - so is there any way I could get fix in by 3 to give them a chance to test. Again - Calendar?
1:15 Start work on fix to non existent crisis.
2:45 Get reminded by tester they’re leaving at 4.
3:00 Get reminded again - say it’ll be another 30 minutes.
3:25 Deliver fix to tester. Go to slack them - they’re offline. They apparently left early because their kid kicked the goal post instead of ball and is now in tears…
3:30 Call my boss to bitch (again).
3:40 Send email to everyone saying fix has been delivered and waiting to be tested.
3:42 Get OOO email from tester - they’re apparently on PTO as well until Friday. HOW FUCKING DIFFICULT IS IT PEOPLE TO KEEP YOUR CALENDAR UPDATED????
3:45 Back on the phone to boss to release a nuclear explosion sized profanity filled vent.
4:00 Look at the ruins of the day and decide now’s a good time to take my lunch hour…

I’d like to claim this was an odd day, but it’s not.
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Sounds quite pleasant. Also quite short! I’ll be starting my second shift of the day when the football ends.
 
Scepticalscribe said:
Raiding Dad's booze only happened in university and my teaching days, and he was Not Happy when thirsty friends (almost invariably male - I recall individuals sneaking quietly out of the house at 6 or 7 a.m. before parents woke up, and got up for work and discovered the drunks in the kitchen happily imbibing - I blush to recall this stuff - we would have arrived after a fit of hospitality on my part after pub closing and after my poor father had headed to bed); then, his beer, wine and whisky were sampled and consumed.

In fairness, the favour was returned in the homes of a few friends, where we would sit, talking and drinking for half the night.

Happy days.
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Once when the parents were away for a bit, I --then in my late teens-- was left in charge of the homestead, a reasonable assignment, but of course one that left many things up to my judgment, and a great many things there were to be judged too, since the house was mostly full of teenage boys, and that was before each had invited over a pal or two.

My primary judgment at the time ran to "Well it's only beer"... and so a great deal was acquired and consumed of that by all of us and any of our guests for the whole time the cats were away, so to speak. I was careful to ensure that all was tidied up before the parents' return, of course. However, I was greeted the very next morning, as I entered the kitchen, by the sight of all the dead soldiers my dad had rounded up out of the trashbins and set out and piled up atop each other on the kitchen island countertop.

With suitable drama he demanded to know what was "the meaning of THIS?" As if he were never 15-20 years old...

Of course the blame was laid upon me, but he was even-handed as to actual consequence and so also grounded everyone else he could lay claim to, as one by one they too came down to an unexpected and unmerciful drilling at breakfast. But that and some similar times were a lot of fun... one merely needs to squint a little to omit memory of this and that drama over how much of a good time was over the line from our parents' viewpoint.
 
lizkat said:
Once when the parents were away for a bit, I --then in my late teens-- was left in charge of the homestead, a reasonable assignment, but of course one that left many things up to my judgment, and a great many things there were to be judged too, since the house was mostly full of teenage boys, and that was before each had invited over a pal or two.

My primary judgment at the time ran to "Well it's only beer"... and so a great deal was acquired and consumed of that by all of us and any of our guests for the whole time the cats were away, so to speak. I was careful to ensure that all was tidied up before the parents' return, of course. However, I was greeted the very next morning, as I entered the kitchen, by the sight of all the dead soldiers my dad had rounded up out of the trashbins and set out and piled up atop each other on the kitchen island countertop.

With suitable drama he demanded to know what was "the meaning of THIS?" As if he were never 15-20 years old...

Of course the blame was laid upon me, but he was even-handed as to actual consequence and so also grounded everyone else he could lay claim to, as one by one they too came down to an unexpected and unmerciful drilling at breakfast. But that and some similar times were a lot of fun... one merely needs to squint a little to omit memory of this and that drama over how much of a good time was over the line from our parents' viewpoint.
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Gosh, yes.

I recall those sessions - always in the kitchen (which was close to the downstairs bathroom, convenient for guests, and also not beneath either my parents' bedroom, or that of A Brother, which meant that as long as we were reasonably quiet, nobody heard us - although, Decent Brother and I would usually cover for one another, and besides, neither of us were in any position to sit in judgment on the other).

And my concern that we would be discovered - surrounded by bottles at the kitchen table - by my bright as a button in the morning father, dapper in bespoke tweed jacket, light blue or pink luxurious cotton shirt, elegant tie, dark trousers, and smart shoes (sometimes suede) as he appeared for breakfast (which he always prepared himself) - prior to heading to work - hence careful (and quiet) expulsions at around 6.30 a.m. and a furtive and hasty clean up which I devoutly hoped did not lead to any embarrassing accidents or breakages.

One morning, nearing 7 a.m. I vividly remember politely ejecting one of the professors of Classics - a fascinating, erudite, and most interesting man, at least thirty years my senior - with whom I had been drinking and chatting all night at our kitchen table since I had invited him back for a few beers after the pub shut, an invitation that had been accepted with alacrity, where we had been enjoying a most interesting conversation - at the time, I had recently begun teaching at the university.

Anyway, the thought of my father's stunned stupefaction at being greeted by this sight - my student friends were one thing, he knew them, but a Classics Professor was quite another - as he sought to prepare breakfast spurred the expulsion, and the professor - most engaging and agreeable company - was very pleasant about the fact that his immediate destiny was expulsion into the cold light of the dawning day.
 
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My Dad used to buy cases of beer from Calais and keep them in the shed. At some point he’d go to replenish his ones in the kitchen and come back muttering he was sure he had another case etc! I’d just keep quiet!

I recall he brewed his own for a while. One day whilst having a glass, the tap got stuck or something and quite a bit of it ended up over the kitchen floor. Well being a hopeless teenager, I just moped it up quickly (no water) and went back to school. Needless to say the smell and sticky floor plus the missing beer didn’t go unnoticed!
 
MissNomer said:
Eventually got done about 8ish - could have been worse though.
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My hours are 8-4:30. I tend to work 8-5:30. Stop for a bit, then start up again in the evening at around 8 until bed. Sometimes I skip it. Sometimes I start a bit later. Tend to have Friday night and Saturday off. Then work some hours on Sunday.
 
Apple fanboy said:
My hours are 8-4:30. I tend to work 8-5:30. Stop for a bit, then start up again in the evening at around 8 until bed. Sometimes I skip it. Sometimes I start a bit later. Tend to have Friday night and Saturday off. Then work some hours on Sunday.
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And what do you do that necessitates those hours? I recall something with photography, like stock photo/product photo/catalogs?
 
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