Meh.
I'm feeling a little off today. Not depressed or tired, not ill. Just bleh: no energy, no motivation, no stimulation. Listless. I suppose it's just one of those existential what-am-I-doing-here kind of days, especially since there's absolutely nothing going on at work today I couldn't have tackled from the comfort of our home office.
On the amusing side, I was contacted by a couple of different project managers yesterday and this morning for questions about a particular project. I had no idea what they were talking about and they were a little disturbed by my cluelessness.
After discussion, we found that they had each presumed I was working on their projects because of the detail & completeness of the UNIX work tickets and schedule submitted for implementation. OK, that's a compliment from both parties: apparently my tickets are more thorough & usable than nearly anyone else's to the point I have have a recognizable style.
Digging yet deeper, I found that the reason the tickets looked like mine was because they were, kinda: the UNIX admins who actually submitted the tickets in question copied my tickets with minor tweaks rather than compose their own --right down to the verb tense issue in the fourth line of the business justification statement. On the presumption imitation == flattery, I'll take this as a compliment as well.
Now if I just had more energy to actually enjoy the moment. Go me, in a drifting, directionless kind of way.
On the amusing side, I was contacted by a couple of different project managers yesterday and this morning for questions about a particular project. I had no idea what they were talking about and they were a little disturbed by my cluelessness.
After discussion, we found that they had each presumed I was working on their projects because of the detail & completeness of the UNIX work tickets and schedule submitted for implementation. OK, that's a compliment from both parties: apparently my tickets are more thorough & usable than nearly anyone else's to the point I have have a recognizable style.
Digging yet deeper, I found that the reason the tickets looked like mine was because they were, kinda: the UNIX admins who actually submitted the tickets in question copied my tickets with minor tweaks rather than compose their own --right down to the verb tense issue in the fourth line of the business justification statement. On the presumption imitation == flattery, I'll take this as a compliment as well.
Now if I just had more energy to actually enjoy the moment. Go me, in a drifting, directionless kind of way.