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Yesterday when I arrived home I found two slides of a baby in pink holding a flower. "Who is this?" I asked Eor.
"I don't know. I assumed you would know. I took them out of a letter I was scanning."
Wodehouse's Bertie reminds me of my grandmother??
I turned the slides this way and that and thought the child might actually be me, but wasn't sure. This morning I began to dig through the recycling bin to find the letter it came from...long story short (yes, I really did clip out quite a bit, here) it was from my grandmother, dated October 1989: "Hunted out some old pictures today. These two slides were taken about June before you were a one? two? year old. You probably have the one (a copy, that is) when you had on a blue flower-printed dress and were a little younger. These don't have anything written anyway to name the year. The one with the lady's slipper (moccasin flower) whichever, is a perfect example of how good natured you were from the first. It's always easy to tell you from the others, no matter how young. Both you and [male cousin] started looking pleased at your surroundings when you were very young."
Ah well, it's not the best example of her incredibly rambling writing style, but I always found her letters such a joy to read, possibly because of the fact that it could be quite a challenge to follow her train of thought at times. (I think reading Bertie-narration in a Wodehouse story is somewhat similar, perhaps that's why I like it so much.) And she spoke just the same way. Some people found it difficult to listen to her, but I don't recall being one of them. I'd get lost every now and then, but she knew she was challenging and was always willing to go back and sort it out. During the search I found a later-dated one where she's talking about medical problems and somehow manages to be completely circumspect and rather entertaining about things like gynecological examinations.
If I could learn to imitate that... between my grandmother and Wodehouse maybe I could come up with something interesting to read. I keep musing on some sort of P.G. Wodehouse/Sir Arthur Conan Doyle/Lois McMaster Bujold/Daegaer homage...
derien gets letter of correction for abusing computer at work
Yeah, me, the big computer abuser. I beat it with a hammer. (not.)
We were originally told that we could use the computers in the training room for personal use so long as we were on our breaks, weren't on porn sites, and weren't on computers when other people needed to train on them. Then apparently last Thursday we had an inbriefing where the Training Coordinator listed a bunch of sites we weren't supposed to go to. One person (RH/jaylow) out of the ten I polled at work actually did get the impression from that inbrief that he doesn't want us going to anything but specific sites. She probably listened, and the rest of us were still asleep that day. Nobody only ever goes to the TSA training sites - everyone pops around and looks at whatever.
So, I get taken into a counseling meeting by a Supervisor, yesterday, where she gives me a letter which restates almost exactly that: Incidental or non-government purpose use of the Internet is permissible if it is reasonable, does not interfere with official business, does not result in congestion, delay, or disruption and involves minimal additional expense to the Government."
Most importantly, the letter doesn't say what I did to violate that policy. No details. In fact it doesn't actually state that I did violate that policy in any way. It incredibly vaguely just seems to be reminding me of what the policy is. When the Supervisor was presenting me with the letter I told her it was bogus and described the exact way I use the computer, and she said she knows I'm a conscientious user. So why am I getting a letter of correction?? I have no real clue as to what I did which they don't like. Eor suggests I go back to the Supervisor in a humble manner and request some information so that I won't make the same mistake again, whatever the mistake was. My only worry is that, face to face, I won't be able to keep up the humble manner, because I'm annoyed.
Okay, that's enough of that. Time to move on. Shower, breakfast, etc. Try to convince my computer NOT to update the damn browser. It won't listen to me, anymore, the damn thing does updates whenever it feels like it.
"I don't know. I assumed you would know. I took them out of a letter I was scanning."
Wodehouse's Bertie reminds me of my grandmother??
I turned the slides this way and that and thought the child might actually be me, but wasn't sure. This morning I began to dig through the recycling bin to find the letter it came from...long story short (yes, I really did clip out quite a bit, here) it was from my grandmother, dated October 1989: "Hunted out some old pictures today. These two slides were taken about June before you were a one? two? year old. You probably have the one (a copy, that is) when you had on a blue flower-printed dress and were a little younger. These don't have anything written anyway to name the year. The one with the lady's slipper (moccasin flower) whichever, is a perfect example of how good natured you were from the first. It's always easy to tell you from the others, no matter how young. Both you and [male cousin] started looking pleased at your surroundings when you were very young."
Ah well, it's not the best example of her incredibly rambling writing style, but I always found her letters such a joy to read, possibly because of the fact that it could be quite a challenge to follow her train of thought at times. (I think reading Bertie-narration in a Wodehouse story is somewhat similar, perhaps that's why I like it so much.) And she spoke just the same way. Some people found it difficult to listen to her, but I don't recall being one of them. I'd get lost every now and then, but she knew she was challenging and was always willing to go back and sort it out. During the search I found a later-dated one where she's talking about medical problems and somehow manages to be completely circumspect and rather entertaining about things like gynecological examinations.
If I could learn to imitate that... between my grandmother and Wodehouse maybe I could come up with something interesting to read. I keep musing on some sort of P.G. Wodehouse/Sir Arthur Conan Doyle/Lois McMaster Bujold/Daegaer homage...
derien gets letter of correction for abusing computer at work
Yeah, me, the big computer abuser. I beat it with a hammer. (not.)
We were originally told that we could use the computers in the training room for personal use so long as we were on our breaks, weren't on porn sites, and weren't on computers when other people needed to train on them. Then apparently last Thursday we had an inbriefing where the Training Coordinator listed a bunch of sites we weren't supposed to go to. One person (RH/jaylow) out of the ten I polled at work actually did get the impression from that inbrief that he doesn't want us going to anything but specific sites. She probably listened, and the rest of us were still asleep that day. Nobody only ever goes to the TSA training sites - everyone pops around and looks at whatever.
So, I get taken into a counseling meeting by a Supervisor, yesterday, where she gives me a letter which restates almost exactly that: Incidental or non-government purpose use of the Internet is permissible if it is reasonable, does not interfere with official business, does not result in congestion, delay, or disruption and involves minimal additional expense to the Government."
Most importantly, the letter doesn't say what I did to violate that policy. No details. In fact it doesn't actually state that I did violate that policy in any way. It incredibly vaguely just seems to be reminding me of what the policy is. When the Supervisor was presenting me with the letter I told her it was bogus and described the exact way I use the computer, and she said she knows I'm a conscientious user. So why am I getting a letter of correction?? I have no real clue as to what I did which they don't like. Eor suggests I go back to the Supervisor in a humble manner and request some information so that I won't make the same mistake again, whatever the mistake was. My only worry is that, face to face, I won't be able to keep up the humble manner, because I'm annoyed.
Okay, that's enough of that. Time to move on. Shower, breakfast, etc. Try to convince my computer NOT to update the damn browser. It won't listen to me, anymore, the damn thing does updates whenever it feels like it.
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Or better, make a note of anything like this, get the Supervisor to agree you're obeying regulations, as protection for yourself.
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Heh, thanks. I thought so, too.:)