Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Chapter 2: the grind and the rewind - Color palette

I have to keep track of multiple projects and issues, some of them conflicting with each other, others share some characteristics for a while and then move on, like those proverbial ships in the night. Some particularly nasty ones can't know of each other because they are some sort of extra jealous lovers (or maybe biblical gods), so I have to try and keep them apart. I'm experimenting with Outlook's color categorization which seems like a nice idea in principle. Each topic has its own color, and some emails or conversations can have multiple colors.

For someone who has trouble with colors like me, to put it mildly, this is more complicated. I can see the colors, but somehow distinguishing between them takes a bit of conscious effort. The search options are not too brilliant either, but seem straightforward enough. The categorization itself is very fast.

My back and its chest project still ache. I would have scheduled a doctor's appointment had the health coverage company not been so creative as to call me "Obeb" instead of the name I usually use, so now I have to wait a few more days for that to be corrected. I may have watched too much "House, MD" lately (I know I have), but I'm beginning to fear some sort of infection or inflammation.

My sleep is not completely sound, probably due to stress. On the last few nights I woke up at around 4am and it takes me some time to fall back to sleep. At these times I listen to podcast, and they seem to have a calming effect on me. Also, I now know a bit more about 8th century Mercia and its relation to Charlemagne. 

There are rumors my colleague and myself will be moved to a different office to be shared with a third person. That office is more spacious, but the third man is a salesperson who speaks a lot on the phone. We'll see.

1 comment:

  1. I always find Enya to be a good solution for insomnia.
    By the way, I shared an office with a marketing guy (a sales guy, really) during my entire stay in the US. You get used to it. When one of us would have to take a call while the other was on the phone, we'd step out to a meeting room or something. The guy was way more fun to be with than the slight annoyance of being alone.

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