Fire alarm triggered evac. Far as we can tell, false alarm.
The last office I was in (and which weāre scheduled to move back to in two years) had construction going on on another floor.
For a week, the fire alarm was going off multiple times a day. We were not on the ground floor.
My office has been under construction for the last two months.
The building in general, and my office specifically.
Iām very grateful that I have a permanent office again, but I do not miss the fire alarm tests.
I certainly donāt miss the other extraneous construction sounds, because theyāre still going on. The construction is still going on.
We had to move to a new building before it was complete. Wasnāt too noisy, but the grinding of the steel railings for a nearby open stairwell put a terrific amount of nasty metallic dust in the air. The workers were wearing respirators, but we werenāt given any.
Our landlord told us that they were doing demolition in the office on the floor below us, which would run from 8 PM to 2 AM every night and be done in about two weeks.
Six weeks later, itās still happening, and itās all day long. Noise you can hear on every floor of the building, carried by the elevator shafts, but particularly loud in our office. Reciprocal saws screeching at random, enough to drown out attempts to talk. Weird vibrations and pounding/chopping like theyāre trying to cut the floor out from under us.
Time to request a rebate for the inconvenience to your companyās ability to do business.
Small businesses that employ people in a local economy are getting screwed by the tariff fight. Looks like this includes Moog in Asheville, NC. After Bob Moog bought the company back in the early 2000s, they brought manufacturing back to the states in Asheville. After he died, they gave 49% of stock to the employees, so everyone is an employee-owner. They employ about 100 people, and they partner with UNC-Asheville, teaching classes on electrical engineering and music. I recently toured, and itās a shame that this bullshit dick swinging over tariffs is going to punish companies that actually do have a measurably positive effect on their local economy.
This trade war is stupid, but thereās been some pushback from other companies about Moogās statement. European synth manufacturers have all been paying more for these parts for years. Paul Schreiber from Synthesis Technology in Texas wrote up a rebuttal on Facebook.
Being employee-owned, theyāre unlikely to lay themselves off and move production overseas because a roll of 5000 resistors will cost $17 instead of $14.
Thereās also a worldwide capacitor shortage on ā mostly thanks to panic buying ā and prices have already gone up 350%. Itās been delaying production orders for Eurorack module companies by several weeks, among other things. That has a much bigger impact, but itās still not really a disaster for a company like Moog.
Back in March, Arturia (a French company that manufactures in France, US and Mexico) announced they were raising the price on their flagship Matrixbrute from $2200 to $2500 due to increases in component costs. So far, nobody else has followed suit but I wouldnāt be surprised if it happens.
As a synth geek I have mixed feelings about Moog overall. Every once in a while they release something neat (Theremini, DFAM) but for the most part they rely on āclassicā designs, nostalgia, brand cachet etc. and the pricetags on many of their products reflect that.
(I should also have mentioned, Paul has been in the electronics business for quite some time, with several designs for Realistic / Tandy, Cirrus, RIM, TI, including the Realistic Concertmate MG-1 which was built by Moog for Radio Shack. Heās been running his own synth company since 1998. And heās opinionated and doesnāt hold back, heh.)
On the eve of our vacation, my partnerās company decided to let her know she didnāt need to bother coming back.
We knew the end was near, but the owner had made her promise she would stay until the end of August.
Oh well, in the 4 months she has worked there, three other front office people had left and the owner really has no place in running a business from what I have heard.
Looks like weāll be bolting the wings onto her consulting business as the plane goes down the runway.
A modern tradition. The theme song goes something like āoh fuck, I hope this works!ā
And, indeed I hope it does work.
i found out my partner is having sex with someone else. and was lying about it.
been trying to be so cool about the situation. cause i honestly feel so much of these expectations are invented.
also, i love my person. and thereās little doubt the same is true the other direction.
theyāve stopped lying. they are let me know where and when they are. itās better, but still not easy.
i want my partner (and everyone else!) to be living their life. or trying to.
harder to know what i should be doing to live my life.
guess that will always be a thing.
I would caution you to see your doctor and get tested for STDs as soon as possible.
I know too many people who were given STDs (myself inluded ā HPV) because the cheater was not being careful in addition to not being honest.
So tired of Social Order Defenders. Fuck civility. Pretending that things are always an issue of tone or civility is just an excuse to keep beating down the oppressed.
Elder discovered that she can wreck my day up by spite waking younger.
I love my kids, but honestly, what the fuck, kid? What the fucking fuck?
Three years old and newly shorn of the āonly childā crown? Makes sense to me. Then again, I went through the same thing.
These fuckers have now added ātone policingā to my vocabulary. And that makes me sad.
I think itās not so much that as that young kids have so few resources they can use to force adults to stop and interact with them. They have relatively few words, particularly for expressing complex feelings. They donāt have the physicality or capital to get away from a stressor. She was pissed at me, she couldnāt use her words to make me change what I was doing, and so she played the card she had.
Itās better than hitting, though, since waking a baby isnāt something she could try and pull at school.
Tried for the second time to set up an online social security account. Second time itās failed. I guess itās time to make an appointment to see someone in person. Ecch. You have to make an appointment by calling the general SSA phone number. And it takes 2-4 weeks to get the appointment.
Fuck the republicans and their self-reinforcing-slash-the-budget-see-the-gubmint-doesnāt-work strategy. Gee, that works really well.
Time to rant once again about my very minor problems that only seem big because I donāt have anything real to worry about.
So, Iām what might charitably be called āromanticā but more accurately āobsessiveā (but not so far as to be a stalker). I just generally donāt like people (can you tell?), so those few people I can actually tolerate become the subjects of my fixation, until I find out theyāre unavailable or uninterested, or until I find someone new or manage to shake the obsession off.
So, Iām at my sisterās wedding (to a really nice guy who makes her happy, which is kind of eerie because Iām not used to seeing her so happy, so, good for him!), and one of my sisterās best friends, a woman who I was in a play with a few years back (Guys and Dolls), is there also, helping out.
Back when this play happened, Iād asked my sister for advice about asking this young lady out, and, unfortunately, learned that she was already happily in a serious relationship. I got depressed for a few weeks, licked my wounds, and moved on.
But now, sheās single, sheās still the nice, terrific person I was attracted to all those years ago, and here we are talking, and Iām staying to feel that connection againā¦
And Iāve moved six hours away from her since doing that play. Someone who seems like a really good match for me, who my sister likes, who is purportedly availableā¦ and sheās so far away as to make a relationship practically impossible.
And, even knowing that, even having reassigned myself to itā¦ I canāt get her out of my head. Again.
Iām beginning to think that at some point in a past life, I went around burning shrines to Eros, because I canāt think of any other reason my love life would suck this much otherwise.