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Feb. 17th, 2005 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI started my new shift at work today. After being late to work again on Tuesday I decided that changing shifts with a co-worker, Derome, really would be a good idea. I've moved an hour forward, working eight to five instead of seven to four. Derome is happy because that fits better with school for him and I'm happy because it's simply a much saner schedule for me. I know myself well enough to know that I'm not going to start going to bed later just 'cause I'm getting up later and having the extra sleep made me feel so much better today that it was worth an extra twenty minutes of traffic hassle on the way to work.
Hmm, there was a mention of school in there wasn't there? I'm getting concerned about that again. I haven't been doing enough studying lately and I really need to get that 70-218 exam out of the way. The Security Plus will be easy, but that one's going to be a bugger unless I start cramming. I'm going to work on that this weekend though. Tonight, I'm going to clean up a little bit.
The mess is getting out of hand and Andrea and I have decided we need to do something about it. Andrea's making chilli right now; once she's done I'm going to start cleaning up the kitchen. I used to give it a thorough cleaing on a semi-regular basis but since I started working full-time I haven't gotten 'round to it. So that's tonight's job, then it's the bathroom tomorrow night I think. I need to make Andrea a list of cleaning supplies to pick up tomorrow. Together we'll get things organized and cleaned up in time for the move. I hope.
Other news? The new keyboard is helping I think. The only thing that I can't get used to, and which may be a deal-breaker on using this one permanently, is the placement of the home/end/page up/page down block of keys on the left side. I used them all the time and could easily hit them with my right hand without thinking about it. I'm having a hard time retraining my left hand to hit them instead, and they're really too far to the left for comfort. I end up using my pinky and straining my wrist that way.
Parts of my left arm are sorer than they were, but in a different place. I think it's just stress on underutilized muscles as I try to keep my wrists up while typing. Both my hands and wrists have been hurting lately and they didn't use to, so I'm hoping it's due to my changed posture. Beyond that, the left one has been, at times, so inflamed that just holding a glass of water is painful. It's been sudden, and they haven't been nearly that bad since I was working at the factory, so this worries me considerably.
The major problem at work in this regard is that the furniture is terribly unsound from an ergonomical poing of view. The desks are too high and have no keyboard tray. The chairs will not adjust high enough and the arm-rests dont' let my arms hang down long enough to form a ninety degree angle with my forearms. I've been trying to type holding the tented keyboard in my lap and sometimes moving to the edge of the chair so my arms can hang the righ way. As noted above, I don't yet know whether this is helping or making things worse. I guess we'll find out in a week or two. I probably shouldn't be typing this much at home I suppose...
A phone call from my dad yesterday made me laugh. Back before we had an internet connection, must have been early to mid-nineties, my parents were subscribers to a local BBS. They both had accounts and I was fascinated; I was terribly excited about a chance to play games online with other people. My dad let me apply for an account but he did so with a stern warning; he didn't want me to get into any kind of hacking or anything like that. (This was probalby due to personal experience with an old friend of his, Raj, but that's another story.) So yesterday he called me and asked if I knew anywhere I could find him a copy of Forté Agent. I happened to have a key generator and the old version that went with it so I dropped the Agent executable onto my server and ran the keygen for him, reading off the approximately thirty digit activation code to him in the military phonetic alphabet. ("Alpha, whiskey, seven, papa, x-ray...")
While that made me start laughing once I rememberd that conversation from back in the day, it's not like I didn't pick up that attitude myself from someone close. After all, who do you think provided me with my pirate copy of agent before I moved? My dad just forgot to back his up...
Speaking of my parents, we have to arrange a visit for them so they can actually meet the dog they're thinking about fostering for us in the gap between Darren's move and ours. Probably weekend after next. Must call them soon.
Hmm, there was a mention of school in there wasn't there? I'm getting concerned about that again. I haven't been doing enough studying lately and I really need to get that 70-218 exam out of the way. The Security Plus will be easy, but that one's going to be a bugger unless I start cramming. I'm going to work on that this weekend though. Tonight, I'm going to clean up a little bit.
The mess is getting out of hand and Andrea and I have decided we need to do something about it. Andrea's making chilli right now; once she's done I'm going to start cleaning up the kitchen. I used to give it a thorough cleaing on a semi-regular basis but since I started working full-time I haven't gotten 'round to it. So that's tonight's job, then it's the bathroom tomorrow night I think. I need to make Andrea a list of cleaning supplies to pick up tomorrow. Together we'll get things organized and cleaned up in time for the move. I hope.
Other news? The new keyboard is helping I think. The only thing that I can't get used to, and which may be a deal-breaker on using this one permanently, is the placement of the home/end/page up/page down block of keys on the left side. I used them all the time and could easily hit them with my right hand without thinking about it. I'm having a hard time retraining my left hand to hit them instead, and they're really too far to the left for comfort. I end up using my pinky and straining my wrist that way.
Parts of my left arm are sorer than they were, but in a different place. I think it's just stress on underutilized muscles as I try to keep my wrists up while typing. Both my hands and wrists have been hurting lately and they didn't use to, so I'm hoping it's due to my changed posture. Beyond that, the left one has been, at times, so inflamed that just holding a glass of water is painful. It's been sudden, and they haven't been nearly that bad since I was working at the factory, so this worries me considerably.
The major problem at work in this regard is that the furniture is terribly unsound from an ergonomical poing of view. The desks are too high and have no keyboard tray. The chairs will not adjust high enough and the arm-rests dont' let my arms hang down long enough to form a ninety degree angle with my forearms. I've been trying to type holding the tented keyboard in my lap and sometimes moving to the edge of the chair so my arms can hang the righ way. As noted above, I don't yet know whether this is helping or making things worse. I guess we'll find out in a week or two. I probably shouldn't be typing this much at home I suppose...
A phone call from my dad yesterday made me laugh. Back before we had an internet connection, must have been early to mid-nineties, my parents were subscribers to a local BBS. They both had accounts and I was fascinated; I was terribly excited about a chance to play games online with other people. My dad let me apply for an account but he did so with a stern warning; he didn't want me to get into any kind of hacking or anything like that. (This was probalby due to personal experience with an old friend of his, Raj, but that's another story.) So yesterday he called me and asked if I knew anywhere I could find him a copy of Forté Agent. I happened to have a key generator and the old version that went with it so I dropped the Agent executable onto my server and ran the keygen for him, reading off the approximately thirty digit activation code to him in the military phonetic alphabet. ("Alpha, whiskey, seven, papa, x-ray...")
While that made me start laughing once I rememberd that conversation from back in the day, it's not like I didn't pick up that attitude myself from someone close. After all, who do you think provided me with my pirate copy of agent before I moved? My dad just forgot to back his up...
Speaking of my parents, we have to arrange a visit for them so they can actually meet the dog they're thinking about fostering for us in the gap between Darren's move and ours. Probably weekend after next. Must call them soon.
