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My four days long weekend is over. Where did the time go?! The relativity of time is truly annoying. 😩

I am just surprised this didn’t come along earlier, and that it took a pandemic event to make it a reality. Going to an office to sit all day, and then go home never made sense to me. When pushed for a change, all we got—begrudgingly—was one “telecommuting” day per week.

“If they were to say ’everyone back in the office’, I would probably be asking for a raise,” said Coomber, who still visits the office once or twice a week. “You get more family time. You can actually finish work at five, rather than finishing at five spending 45 minutes trying to get home.”

When the girl tells me she is stressed, and had a mental breakdown, it truly hurts my heart—that feeling one gets, as if someone was squeezing it. It upsets, worries me so much! Why will there be things for which we feel so impotent to do anything?

Watched a handful of football matches this weekend, as the FIFA Women World Cup is ongoing. Noticed that players didn’t get as upset as men do, nor did they get violent to each other, nor one ever yelled at the referee within millimetres of her face. Certainly refresing!

Well, now I know what I will be doing more often. I mean, it doesn’t take too long, and it comes with benefits I can sure use. I also mow the lawn once a week; believe me, that’s plenty of exercise.

I surprised everyone today at the gathering by having one slice of pizza only. The four years ago me would have eaten four, plus pops, plus cookies… the whole shebang! Not today. What can I say? I have been institutionalised 😂.

It is “Pizza Day” at work’s old offices. We finished a migration (moved half of our VMs to Azure), and management is treating us to it. It will be an opportunity to say hello, face-to-face, to old, and new co-workers. Looking forward to it, just let’s see how traffic behaves.

“Tips are a wage subsidy to the employer,” she says. “It’s not a tip. It goes to your wage. It is just the amount that the employer doesn’t have to pay you. And people don’t understand that.” — NPR

Oh, I understand. I just don’t agree with it. Ask the employer to include that “subsidy” on the price of the goods, and then it will be up to the customer to decide whether spending the money at the establishment is worth it, or not.

It is this note timestamp, and I am going to sleep. I have been going to bed each day, for the last few weeks, past 01:30, and waking up at 06:00. It has now caught up with me. Youngster no more.

Oh yes, we know tipping—an endemic problem in the US—has gone out of control. This article Kim shared doesn’t make sense, though.

“No matter if you are dining in or opting to carry out, try to stick within 15 to 20 percent of the pretax bill.”

No, sorry, that’s not how it works. I might be an oddball, but I have been tipping when I feel like it, in the amount I feel like it—exceptions on places that include the tip on the bill. As the article briefly mentions, “businesses should pay their employees fair wages rather than forcing them to rely on tips.”

Every working day, without a fail, I feel sleepy right when I am about to return to work after the lunch hour. The thing is, I don’t eat at lunch, so it has to be a game my mind is playing on me. Ugh.

The amount of disregard for things around him, especially things that do not belong to him, that this guy showed is appalling.

“I admit with profound embarrassment that only after what regretfully happened did I learn of the antiquity of the monument.”

So, it would have been OK to do it, if it was a not-so-old building? 😡

For those who use “fine” often—when refering to issues with software, for example, “it works fine”, or “it’s fine!”—a sentence I read, don’t remember where (and I paraphrase): “Fine is far from good, and nowhere near great.”

This needs to be said because even though these notes are pseudo-anonymous, nothing on The Tubes truly is: any and all opinions listed here are my own, and not representative of my employers; future, past, and present. There, done. Phew!

Today is one of those where I wake up, and think—in stumped disbelief—“Hell, I am 0x37! How did this happen?!” Saying that time is flying is an understatement we often casually mention. It truly is!

The news that National Geographic is beginning to shut down, pretty much, is a bad one. I mean, it is not going offline per se, but it is getting mighty close to do it.

Back at home. Awesome vacation, with no much else to say (you know, “What happened in Vegas, stays in Vegas”, LOL). Only less than a week off, but adjusting time is still needed. Ah, must be great been able to have an endless vacation…

I am off till next Tuesday. It will be a total break, so it includes babbling here. Notes will continue next week, hopefully with new things to tell. Or not. 🤣

We are getting a new manager on 1 July 2023. He will be our third. The third is the charm!

Lost sense of smell or, rather, I am smelling smells that are not there. They are only in my head. Truly annoying, and bad.

COVID came for seconds, and it is making me feel horrible. I guess all I can say is: I was jealous of someone, and decided to step up my game. 😅🙈

While I might buy a couple of sandwiches from KFC to get the goodies, I am 100% sure I will not eat them. They will be donated.

Here goes a Sunday of doing absolutely nothing. And it has been good, so far. Tomorrow I will have coffee with mum and dad. And that’s all I have planned. Though, come to think of it, it would be prudent to mow the backyard now, and not let the weeds grow too big. So, maybe there is something else that I will do after all. Maybe.

I have been meaning to mail a parcel for the last three months. I think today is it. Got to hurry, though.

Truly wishing, and seriously considering, to take on drawing/painting classes. Now the question is, will I find any free of charge?

Weekend, here we go again. What would it be this time? I will settle for nothing!

I am experiencing a time blend. That is, days are seemingly mashing together, and I am temporarily losing the notion of time. Not a good feeling, and it is driving those around me slightly nuts.

All tasks planned for the weekend completed. Monday came faster than I wanted, but that’s not new. Let’s see how this week goes. So far, so good!

I have never been good at writing. Short babbles? Yes. Writing, no so much. I think—and this is just me thinking, while avoiding folding the mountain of clothes waiting for me in the living room—it is time to put collantes.us to rest.