Marie @naugeleh@notvery.social

Today is a fun day at work. Two outlying departments have new lifting equipment, so I've been on the floor six or seven times so far after driving out to the country.

My pun brain is singing a song about expressing yourself on the floor.

Not a surprise: I'm happier after a day of hands on work than I often am after a day in front of a computer doing equally stimulating things.

(Today I tested a new bed mover on our heaviest bed (1800 pounds), answered questions at an outreach event, helped to put some equipment together, and successfully used the bed mover with a patient in the bed. Not that high level, but we've been trying to get that bed mover for a year and a half.)

They did not say "just"! I'm so proud.

The answer is apparently Leverage.

Today I'm helping a sales rep put together something he's never put together. It's unreasonably difficult and appears to require multidirectional brute force. He's on the phone with corporate. I bet they're going to use the word "just".

They really need to start doing this assembly at the factory.

It amused me this evening to realize that I often run my life based on
doing what I must
because
I can.

43 hours of training this week, the last day of which was all new materials (but not new topics). Plus 12 of prep and getting back to people. The training was great. The prep worked. And then I broke down tonight when it all was done.

I should be able to do this and be a person, right? It's just not that bad compared to the crap other people put up with.

I know I'm spoiled by a job that actually gives me comp time for this.

I'm also seeing why my dad did only 40 when he was older.

I just finished the last of the 6 hours of new stuff I'm teaching tomorrow. Just in time to teach another class this evening.

*sings, to the tune of "All of the hard times are gone"*
All of my shortcuts are gone.
I'm back to searching my mail from now on
For all the websites I need to go on.
All of my shortcuts are gone.

I'm privileged to have good IT support at work, and to know them pretty well. I came downstairs because my laptop wouldn't connect to the internet on our WiFi, and after a few minutes when they'd gotten as far as flashing the BIOS, they said I was getting a new laptop.

All without the work order I technically would have gotten someone to put in for me.

Okay, I'll miss a meeting for this. That's fine with me.

It's such a special moment when Windows fails so hard that it'll let you input just fine but won't save even a Notepad file to the hard drive.

(This is of course my work machine, having slept too many times in a row. At home I've run Linux since 1994 except for the years I had to have Windows for grad school.)