Coffee overdose

Hurrah, picked up my Pilot 78g today. Still waiting for the ink to arrive, should be soon.
I still have my Faber-Castell Grip with me. It's a fine and solid pen, but w.r.t. line width it doesn't hold a candle to Pilot ones.
Was genuinely surprised that Cavaliers are also made in China. Had one for a few years and it was the best pen I've had. Let's hope 78g doesn't disappoint either.

On a side note, it's surprisingly hard to find anything FP-related here except for endless varieties of junkier line-up of Parker pens, ergo waiting a month for stuff to be delivered by mail with your fingers crossed in hopes the customs wouldn't decide to go nuts on this thing for whatever reason.

Just remembered that I'd left a couple of pens inked back in St Pete. Oh heck, the stuff is probably baked solid in the feeds. When (if? hate thinking about that prospect though) I get back it's going to be a field day with a sonic cleaner. Maybe two days. Maybe them pens are doomed with a one-way ticket to the dumpster. I guess we'll find out.

Crikey, so much stuff went down since last September.
I've honestly been thinking that I had exhausted my lifetime capacity for moving around since a while back when we moved to St Pete.
Perhaps I was wrong, yet it still feels bloody bad anyway. I hate moving, at least that much I can understand about myself.
I've never understood people living out of a suitcase. I'm more of a settle down, dig in, build up kind and all this supposedly pleasant and exciting busywork drives me absolutely nuts.
It's hard enough keeping the lights on without having to think about all that crap and paperwork every several months or so, and Mrs with her dreams of traveling far and wide no matter the cost doesn't help at all with that feeling.

Woop-woop finally a day that ain't a livid mess of meetings.

It's the first day when I managed to get back to working on the code instead of being stuck in a non-stop conflagration of meetings, conducting technical interviews and trying to get stuff going on CI by way of figuratively bashing on it with a hammer for lack of a better analogy. Even if we're talking a couple of hours after the actual working hours, haha. That felt good.

In the meantime, the feeling of apprehension is thick AF somewhere in the back of my mind. I grew up in the nineties, so being deep in shit is something I can work with, but I must admit the sheer uncertainty of this scale is freaking me out of my wits despite my best attempts at pushing it down.

A'ight, almost two months in. The world apparently didn't end, peeps ain't yet bashing on each other with sticks over a dead crow, the sugar sort of returned to stores pretty fast once anti-monopoly service suddenly got out of its perpetual stupor. Nor are there any black vans with BREAD decal on the side snatching alleged thought-criminals like some doom-wailed. All in all, I'd say day-to-day business-as-usual is mostly still in place for all it's worth. Righty-o, I ain't no prophet, and two months is just the beginning, so I ain't insisting anything, just observing the immediate surroundings at the moment.

On that note, another lad from our team is leaving for greener pastures at the end of the month. That means we're going to have to work more due to having only a skeleton team in place and lots of on-boarding is, again, going to fall on whoever remains. Damn. I haven't had this many meetings per day in my entire career I think. It gets to a point where you have to postpone actual work way off into the evening. We're hiring like crazy though, so I hope it will level out a bit soon.

Well, deep into shit it is.

At long last, it's raining outside! And cooling down while at it. Sweet mother of mercy, I thought this crap was going to last 'till mid-August.
Finally, I'll b able to keep up with doctor's orders on walking my ten clicks a day without sweating like a pig slow-roasting over a pit fire.
Also, not waking up drenched is nice for a change.

I really gotta stop kicking the can down the road with the AC installation.

 Well, looks like we're back to the baking oven type of weather, if only for a couple of days.

 Reading random stuff on DW is oddly satisfying.

It actually feels good to read random whatever written by random but real people about random stuff going on in their lives rather than a recommendation feed chock-full of marketed crap saddled with slot machine mechanics to boot.

Here you take it or leave it — read some, skip some, leave some for later. Chill experience.
The mainstream social media? Oh hell no boyo, you're gonna be scrolling that feed non-stop out of FOMO until it makes you nauseous.

I guess this was the best thing about LJ back before it went full-on into an attention merchantry attempt that pretty much killed it.

 At long last the heat has tuned down back to around +20°C.

That July heat dome was nasty to the point of driving us out of our apartment and into a hotel room blessed with AC for a week.

Needless to say, with that AC blasting for days on end on the lowest setting available the room was not unlike a freezer, and guess what? Yeah, I've managed to catch a bona fide cold right at the end of our stay. In the middle of a frigging pandemic, in between two vaccine shots, during the hottest weather of the last decade, I've managed to get a bloody cold, cough and all.

The sick leave ended with the arrival of a negative PCR result, but I still can't go back to the office yet — I've still got the damn cough (smoking all the way through a cold and further on was a bad idea after all) and every time I cough the folks at the office have the livid crap scared out of them and run straight to HR, screaming bloody murder and asking them to kick me out to WFH and as far as I've found out no amount of PCR testing is going to convince them to unclench their butts.

Well, vox populi! Not much I can do about it, so I'm stuck at home for another week, trying to quit smoking and all.