I normally don't answer the door but I thought we were getting a booze delivery today. Instead I got a Verizon sales person on my doorstep trying to solicit me to switch to their wireless internet for the house.

Oddly, for the first time in like a decade, I'm actually happy with my gig of fiber internet. I have a server in the basement running a speed test every few hours and I tend to get no less than 900MB up & down.

She was trying to convince me that my speed tests were a lie and my fiber was actually coax and all my neighbors' internet sucked.

I'm very adverse to conflict but I was like "uhh, thank you, no thank you, I have to get back to work" which is about as close as I get to an actual "fuck you" in person really

Clearly I need to supplement my DIY doorbell alert with a DIY doorbell camera. :blobsadleft:​

Oh, actually I mis-tooted. My service has been at 854mb/s average over the past month of hourly tests. I feel a bit protective of the knock-on-wood best internet I've had so far from CenturyLink

But, like, who sells door-to-door anymore?

Really, so many of my socially anxious situations would be helped by first sending in a camera drone or maybe astral projection

No more contractors in the house, so the boys are free to leave my office. But they have discovered this is where the good sunbeams are in the morning #cats

So I was running a planning meeting and then someone in the planning meeting expressed a desire to put some time on my calendar to talk about the planning meeting we're currently in and I tried my best to keep my amiable workaday mask from cracking but I think I failed the skill check die roll.

I think some folks use meetings to think in a group, whereas I can only really use meetings to share prior thinking. My thinky parts mostly turn off during a meeting.

So when folks want to huddle with me to think something through, I have to carve out time to pre-think all the thinking that may end up needed for their thinky meeting.

Of course, since I'm in a meeting and those aforementioned thinky parts are off, I can't really express this on the spot and instead just make very grumpy faces at the suggestion of a meeting after the meeting to talk about the meeting

Really, there's a part of me who yearns to professionally tell folks "please go fuck yourself, forthwith" but I don't anticipate enjoying any of the outcomes which proceed from that dialogue choice

And I can't save-scum IRL, so it's all very fraught

I do feel like quite a bit of my life is continually remembering the title of the 2001 album by Snow Patrol, "When It's All Over We Still Have to Clear Up"

we live in an age of wonders and i'd like to vacation in an age of nonchalances just for a little while

maybe just a lil day trip through some familiarities

@eikenberry missing option "skittles are good and yet i feel tummy bad"