!rant Stood outside talking to my next door neighbor (who I hadn’t met yet) for over an hour yesterday.

In the middle of the day.

In Texas.

Not in shade.

When I lack the ability to tan.

It’s been so long since I was stupid enough to be outside for that long that I forgot just how much sunburns suck.

#regrets

++age

Can’t believe I’m 33 now. 🥶

!rant Went shooting for the first time over the weekend. Was so proud of my grouping that I hung my target on the door to the garage on the side that faces the garage so if anyone breaks into my garage they have to see it before getting into the house. 😂

!rant Safely in Texas! Cats have already discovered the tallest places in the house and confirmed that they need dusting.

!rant

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FOUR DAYS ‘TIL CLOSING!

I’M GOING TO OWN A HOUSE!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I have COVID. I started getting symptoms last Sunday.

I close on the house on the 5th of July.

We have a moving pod scheduled to arrive at our apartment on the 5th and were planning on leaving to start making the move the 7th.

I have no energy.

This timing sucks.

I present to you “way I will surely startle the husband at some point in the future”

!rant Scheduled Slack message from myself after hours to myself during work hours:

“Hey idiot,
The thing you need to do is [solution]. Trust me.
Sincerely,
Past you

PS: Drink some gd water.”

*followed by panicked double-checking I’d actually sent it to myself and not a coworker*

Bobcat puts up with so much

I am probably going to regret this, but I’ve been having trouble making decisions about what to sing in Smule lately, so anybody got any requests for a song they want me to sing (probably badly?) 😂

!rant

AHHHHHHHH I MADE AN OFFER ON A HOUSE

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THEY ACCEPTED

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH INSPECTION DIDN’T TURN UP ANYTHING HORRIBLE

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Trying to buy a house in another state. First time moving out of state, first time trying to buy a house. Making first offer this weekend. Which is terrifying, and exciting. But it’s also lonely because my other half is in the other state looking at houses and I’m stuck here working and taking care of the cats.

Had a poor mental health day yesterday. Got a call today that my mama (gran on my mum’s side) took a tumble and has been in hospital and they don’t think she’ll pull through. I don’t have many memories of her, but the memories I do have are happy ones. She was always full of life and love and kindness.

💔

Do y’all horde domains?

(I have more than a few friends who buy domains they never use. I’ve never understood the impulse 😅)

I’d heard rumblings from my friends in other parts of the organization that there were going to be layoffs coming, so I’d warned my little engineering team. One of my team was vacationing abroad.

When he came back, one of my teammates told him it was all over and we were going to get fired.

He told me that he’d been told that and I said that it probably wouldn’t affect us and that I wouldn’t worry about it (I was under the impression that the layoffs would only really hit customer-facing roles).

The member of my team who just got back from vacation, the one who I reassured, was the only member of my team who was part of the group laid off.

Goddamn it.

Have a function that takes parameters and then performs a switch statement to determine what function to call next with those same parameters. One of those parameters is a Union type.

During CR, my reviewer said they’d like if instead of returning the function per case, I instead assigned a handler to the value of the function per case and then returned that handler at the end of the switch. Simple change, right? Only snafu, I’m casting one of the parameters on a per-case basis.

Somehow, through no fucking change of my own, TypeScript in its wisdom has decided that the type of that value by the time I call the next function is a fucking Intersection.

WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK IT’S AN INTERSECTION?! I’m fucking casting it per case! I’m ensuring it’s the right type for the next function called on a per case basis!

…. And that, my friends, is how I wasted a day with a stupid refactor that was ultimately just scrapped because no one could figure out how to make it work.

Goddamn fucking TypeScript. I

!rant Yesterday, I picked up a plate with a single fork on it and managed to drop the fork in such a way that it landed on my foot and drew blood.

How y’all doing?

Panicking awake a minute before the 7:00 am alarm thinking you overslept, knowing you have an 8 am meeting and that you need to make sure you’re fully conscious for it which means taking your ADHD meds ASAP and not getting distracted for an hour as per the usual.

Then getting a message at 7:13 that the meeting is going to be repurposed and your attendance is no longer necessary. 🙃

I crocheted a cat again, with less horrifying results.

!rant I shared it in a thread, but in case y’all weren’t in it… the podcast I guested on dropped! Does this mean I am a professional now? 😅

https://open.spotify.com/episode/...

I saw this and thought you’d enjoy it:

https://twitter.com/visakanv/...

Impulse bought a book on how to draw chibi animals. First attempt wasn’t _awful_.

A YouTube creator I follow included a clip of The Chicken Song by Spitting Image in a video. I had managed to, for over a decade, forget this song existed.

Now it’s back.

To haunt my every moment of silence.

Again.

😭

Football/futbol/soccer analogy:

Frontend engineers are like strikers - you see their work, good and bad, and you don’t notice how many contribute to their success. Backend engineers are like goalies - you only really notice when they do a _bad_ job and don’t see how many things contribute to their failure.

I have this pact with my neighbor - if someone delivers a package to them, I knock on their door when I notice it to let them know and if they don’t answer, I take it into my apartment and leave a note. Same goes if she or her kids see a package delivered for us and we don’t answer.

So last month, we have a flooding incident in our complex and her flat’s damaged so they have to leave to stay at a hotel for a bit. It’s only supposed to be until the 20th (of last month).

So when she gets a package a few weeks ago, I knock and when there’s no answer, take it into my apartment and leave a note.

Note stays on the door for days.

And then it disappears, so I assume she’s home.

But she never answers the door.

And then I see workers in her place.

So now I don’t know if it’s the workers who picked up the note or if she was back and I missed her.

But it’s been a couple of weeks and I’m starting to worry about her. Like, the day of the flood she almost died and I ended up coming over to help (getting her oldest to do CPR, talking to 911, trying to keep people calm), so I know she’s not feeling great lately.

And I’m the kind of idiot that never thought to exchange numbers.

So I’ve resorted to internet stalking and messaging her on Facebook.

And knocking on the downstairs neighbor’s door since I know they’re related. They didn’t answer. I’ll try again later.

I have no idea what else to do. I mean, I don’t think I can contact the office and be like “Can you please provide me contact information for my neighbor? I have their stuff. Thanks.”

#awkward

I tried to crochet a pusheen.

It didn’t turn out the way I envisioned. “Maybe googly eyes will help!”

…. I have had mixed comment on whether it makes it better or worse. 😅

I hate when I’m telling a story about something that happened that frustrated me and then the person I’m speaking to interrupts to say “I don’t know why you’re taking it out on *me*” and I’m like “I’m not, I’m just telling you the …” “You’re shouting at me!” “I fucking WASN’T [BUT I AM NOW]” and then I can’t finish my goddamn rant and instead of getting the goddamned thing out of my system I’m just fucking frustrated and seething.

Most people on Twitter:
Pinned tweet is self-promotional in nature, either advertising some accomplishment, something they’re selling, or introducing people to what they’re about as a person.

Me:

Protip: Do not hiccough (hiccup) when bent over next to the corner edge of a wall.

!rant I agreed to be interviewed for a podcast for a developer community I’m part of and it’s scheduled for tomorrow morning and I’m kind of freaking out.

Also, procrastinating writing a bio and submitting a photo. Still. I was asked to do the interview almost a month ago. 😅

I have this habit of whenever I run up against an issue at work programming-wise (a step definition doesn’t behave the way I think it should, I have an error in the console when I attempt to do something and have to work out how to clear the error, etc.), I document the issue and the solution somewhere in the Slack.

This serves two purposes: discoverability for others who might run into that issue later and DISCOVERABILITY FOR MYSELF WHEN I INEVITABLY ENCOUNTER THE SAME ISSUE.