Holy shit was that a long month.
Catching up:
I got my new work computer a while ago and have been running it a few hours a day alongside my old work computer. Wednesday I got the email that said UAT was over and it was officially time to move to the new computer as my primary, and use the other only for things inaccessible from the new computer until probably sometime in February or March, when I’ll have to send the old computer back to the old job.
The software migration was handled by the job and that’s what we were validating during UAT. This was the official hardware migration and I’m pretty pleased to say that I did not cry, yell, or throw anything while trying to set up my monitors through the new hub, because I am terrible with hardware. Even something as simple as plugging in a monitor can go horribly wrong if I’m left in charge, and for once it didn’t!
So Monday I officially start using the new machine. It has a mouse and a keyboard because holy cow do I hate the feel of the computer’s built-in one. And I’ve mentioned before it’s a touch screen, so I’m really hoping that I’ll be able to keep the laptop closed and not deal with that.
I know it’s possible. That doesn’t always mean it’s going to be possible for me.
Mim has been staying with me. She had foot surgery and wasn’t allowed to go home alone because she’s not supposed to take stairs and she can’t really stand for a long time and carry stuff around because she’s got a walker and a massive bandage on her foot.
I made a joke today about it being “what if Winnie the Pooh got stuck in Eeyore’s house instead of Rabbit’s.” We’re having fun though. Despite the fact that my dog is taking advantage of this situation to try to eat everything and bark for attention in the middle of the night and occasionally jamming herself between Mim and her computer to check to see if she dropped anything (like a cookie or a tissue mostly). We’ve been living like feral raccoons, living on carry-out and cookies and coffee. Which is normal for both of us, but now we can share french fries instead of having too many of them.
And since she’s my mom she knows what I’m like to live with. My lifestyle hasn’t really changed much since I was about 13, except now I have a car and a dog. And my musical taste has improved so she’s not so irritated by whatever I’m blasting in my room while I’m sitting at my computer (for work — outside of work I’m annoying her from the other side of the coffee table).
STILL! (Hi mom I know you’re reading this!) I look forward to you going home, but only because it would be real easy for us to form some kind of weird cult.
Aside from that, I’m on Discord a lot. If you don’t know how to find me on there, are you really paying attention? I’ve only got the one name.