Oct. 31st, 2010

sergebroom: (Default)
On Friday, at the end of the day, I had a nice talk with my supervisor about my position within the team, and my future.



It doesn’t look like there’s much creative work in the team’s coming months, because it’d otherwise be impossible to keep the superduper upgrade’s functionality in synch with the old system, not if they want it to go live in May 2011. It appears though that I’ll be managing some projects, telling contractors what they need to do and making sure that they do it – basically it’d make official what I’ve been doing most of this year, hopefully without the stress. By the way, while I was at the main office this week, I realized that every other full-time employee in the team is looking for transfer opportunities. I guess I should pay heed to that.

After that talk, I hopped on the BART train and got off at San Francisco’s Embarcadero. The Ferry Building looks especially nice in the evening, with all the lights and the wet pavement. From there I walked all the way to Fisherman’s Wharf, where we celebrated my 9-year-old nephew’s bithday. As I went past Pier 39, I saw that in the years since I had been there, the place had been spiffed up quite a bit from its tourist-trap days. I dunno, but Pier 39 should look like a tourist trap.

The flight back yesterday was uneventful, with a stop in Las Vegas. My wife picked me up when I landed in the middle of the afternoon. After my logging in for some brief system monitoring, we had dinner then went out to a theater that was showing ”Rear Window” and ”The Birds”. I think the former is better that the latter, which feels padded with ultimately irrelevant subplots. That’s just me though.

By the way, yesterday was the first time since we moved here that I thought of the return flight from the Bay Area not as the return to the place where we live but as coming home.
sergebroom: (Ben Grimm)
We're done with Halloween for this year.

Early this afternoon, I went to the grocery store and got what candy I could from what was still around for sale. I then set up the strand of orange lights above the front door's arch along with a lone skeleton, put a bench with candy bowls in the hall and waited for the kids to show up. They did, pretty regularly, along with winged dogs in some cases, while we were watching "The Tingler". At 8:30 though, we got a group of about 20 kids, then nothing. Which is good, because we had almost completely run out of goodies. I turned the lights off at 9pm, put them away in the garage and that was it for this year.

Note to myself... The Kit-Kat bars were very much in demand. In fact, one of them, upon getting hers, exclaimed:

"I'm coming back to this house next year!"