Another slow night at work. We scheduled a pot luck tonight; the person coordinating it decided it would be best, given the lack of variety we sometimes end up with, that having people kick in $5 and her buying stuff would produce better results than a traditional potluck. I volunteered to help with the shopping in hopes of getting some more interesting things.
It turned out that the woman in charge (who had the money) was late to work and then eventually was not coming in. She made a special trip to bring us the food, but went shopping by herself. So we have fairly generic bread, deli meat, cheese, cookies and cakes. Someone brought in some chili to help round things out.
It's a passable spread, but nothing special. It helps, at least, to take our minds off the lack of work. One job needing work on the queue. It's 286 pages. It's not due until 5:00 p.m. 5:00 p.m. Monday. Severe lack of motivation to work on this job even if it was ready to be worked on yet, which it is not.
Boy, I needed that. After the potluck and with prospect of no work for the rest of the night, I was getting the nods. My lead just dragged everyone off for a quick walk around the building. That'll get your energy back up. Now if I can stick it out for a couple more hours, I can head home with a full day's pay under my belt.
I arrive at work tonight to find that we have, if anything, less work than we had last night. Last night I worked on a grand total of 20 pages. Eighteen of those were inserting a file that was worked in our India office into a second file. Big copy and paste. Woo!
Tonight, no such fun.
One the positive side, I'm moving into a fun part of the Barbara Sher book. This set of exercises involves remembering activities one has enjoyed at various stages of their life. Then you write down what it was about those activities that you enjoyed and see if any themes come up. Next, you imagine a fabulous career doing nothing but what it was that you enjoyed. Yes, if you, like me, enjoyed reading as a child, what sort of career could you do if you'd devoted your life, Olympic athlete style, to nothing but reading. (I thought first of librarian, but that seemed more like taking care of books than reading them. So I drifted into reviewing and imagined being the Ebert & Roper of good fiction; the guy that everyone turned to as bellwether for a new novel. They might not agree with me, but could always count on disagreeing in the same way. Even authors whose work I didn't like would respect my reviews as even-handed and helping them to improve their work.) Again one notes what they like about these fantasy jobs and any themes that arise from them. (I've noted, on the few I've worked on, that writing seems to crop up in these fantasy jobs. I'm getting an inkling.)
Also positive, was time spent with the niece tonight doing her math homework. We did the Pythagorean Theorem, surface area of solids and volume of solids. Fun stuff. I got to pull a can of condensed milk out of the cupboard to explain surface area of cylinders. She "hates" math and so tries to rush through the problems to get them done. This leads to her making errors (like using (πr)^2 rather than π(r^2) for circle area). Once we slow her down, she knows all the pieces for getting the answers and goes about putting them together correctly. The trick is getting her to slow down.
So expect various rambling entries through the night. I don't think I'll end up sticking out a full eight hours tonight; there's only so much boredom a guy can take.