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May. 28th, 2003
Back at work.
May. 28th, 2003 02:10 pmHave eased into the situation more gracefully than after most of my vacations and/or extended weekends, as morning was occupied by teaching CPR class. I'm very fond of teaching first aid, CPR, and so on; it's not all that hard to make it more interesting by jazzing the prerecorded material up a bit, and people tend to remember their skills better when you make them laugh about it first. I've been doing this since 1997, so I like to think I'm at least somewhat decent by now. I don't even mind having to debunk things like 'eat a piece of bread if you're choking' or 'the Heimlich maneuver causes food to flop out of your mouth and hit the table right in front of you'. Mrs. Doubtfire lived a lie - that sucker's gonna go a good two or three tables in any crowded restaurant. You're trying to get an entire lung's worth of air up against an object the size of a golf ball or smaller; what did you think was going to happen?
The computer stuff's a bit tougher to deal with, mostly because some of my co-workers are ESL and I can't always get clear information out of them without dropping my other work and going over to their desks. But that's okay, I'm managing anyway. My major problem, really, is that almost all this weekend had major knitting elements to it. Train ride into New York? Nearly an hour of knitting. Train ride home? Another hour. Bus ride to Philadelphia? Two hours of knitting. Bus ride home from Philly? Two and a half hours of knitting. Being able to knit and talk at the same time means that I get to keep my hands busy while hanging out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mountainspeak, and it means that I have something to do even when I'm just sitting around the house. Not being able to kill time that way at work during the down patches when I'm waiting for the database to return an answer is a bit aggravating. I'm a compulsive twitcher. If I'm not bouncing a foot up and down or some such, I like to be chewing on a straw or pen, or otherwise doing something minor, repetitive, and physical. Knitting turns the twitching urge off and does something productive, so not being able to do it means I'm back to the foot-bouncing. Oh, well...
Anyway, back to work.mountainspeak is in New York and I am sure she is doing splendidly. Now I must contact my remaining friend from Kean and ask what she is doing on the morrow.
The computer stuff's a bit tougher to deal with, mostly because some of my co-workers are ESL and I can't always get clear information out of them without dropping my other work and going over to their desks. But that's okay, I'm managing anyway. My major problem, really, is that almost all this weekend had major knitting elements to it. Train ride into New York? Nearly an hour of knitting. Train ride home? Another hour. Bus ride to Philadelphia? Two hours of knitting. Bus ride home from Philly? Two and a half hours of knitting. Being able to knit and talk at the same time means that I get to keep my hands busy while hanging out with
mountainspeak, and it means that I have something to do even when I'm just sitting around the house. Not being able to kill time that way at work during the down patches when I'm waiting for the database to return an answer is a bit aggravating. I'm a compulsive twitcher. If I'm not bouncing a foot up and down or some such, I like to be chewing on a straw or pen, or otherwise doing something minor, repetitive, and physical. Knitting turns the twitching urge off and does something productive, so not being able to do it means I'm back to the foot-bouncing. Oh, well...Anyway, back to work.
mountainspeak is in New York and I am sure she is doing splendidly. Now I must contact my remaining friend from Kean and ask what she is doing on the morrow.