July 2012

One of the more frustrating things about working at the office is that I have to wear pants. Now before you jump to any conclusions about my attire when I’m working at home, I have to tell you that I have always been a “shorts” kind of guy. I like wearing shorts, especially during these hot summer months, but I have been known to wear shorts during the winter as well. Shorts and a sweatshirt works well for me.

If I can’t wear shorts for whatever reason, I need to be barefooted. I drive back and forth to the office barefooted. I have heard that this is illegal in New York State (driving barefooted) but I don’t really know how the officer sitting in the median on the interstate, talking on his cell phone, is able to tell whether I am wearing shoes or not when I’m driving. So I break this supposed law and drive barefoot. It’s quite comfortable.

This is ironic, I suppose, because I tend to wear my jump boots when I’m wearing shorts. And wearing jump boots does not lend itself to being barefooted. But I like the way boots feel (not a sneakers guy at all). At work, where I need to wear pants, I wear my engineer boots. I love my jump boots and the thought of needing to replace them makes me a little sad.

My engineer boots are off right now, as I am sitting in the Jeep in the coveted shady spot while typing this. My feet are enjoying a sigh of relief.

When I first started working from home, I started out needing to wear shoes to feel focused. This necessity isn’t holding water anymore, because last week I worked at home whilst barefooted and I got a lot done. I do wear a shirt and shorts, though. I can’t imagine talking on a conference call while in my birthday suit. Not even on my birthday.

One of the things I absolutely love about my occasionally boot-cladded, sometimes barefooted feet is when I have the opportunity to enjoy a reflexology session by a skilled person good with feet. I had this a GREAT foot massage about a year ago in a mall outside of Denver. I think I might need to seek this out again (though getting to Denver might be pricey). I’m really big on massage. I wonder why I never looked into becoming a massage therapist. I know I enjoy getting massaged and I actually enjoy rubbing people (and seeing/feeling their energy as I am doing it).

It’s all about the energy. And that’s why I like being barefooted, so I am more grounded and closer to the energy of Mother Earth. When I am barefooted I tend to feel more free.

And then I ramble more.

So this has been the first weekend of my new on-call routine as dictated by my realigned position at work. I still have the habit of comparing on-call experiences to what used to constitute my on-call routine with my old job (over two years ago). Whenever I hear a Motorola pager ring I still go into something that resembles a seizure before I throw the closest, heaviest object at a wall. Fortunately, not many people carry pagers these days. If they do, they’re probably on-call for the company I used to work at.

Not knowing how busy on-call would be, Earl and I kept it close to The Manor this weekend. Yesterday evening we ventured out to the nearby “beach” town of Sylvan Beach. This little village is situated on the eastern end of Oneida Lake. Oneida Lake is the largest inland lake within New York State and is kind of an orphan in that it’s not one of the Finger Lakes. When watching the sunset from Sylvan Beach it looks like a skinny ocean view, as the lake does reach out to the horizon.

We stopped at Eddie’s for dinner. This is your typical family restaurant affair and if memory serves correctly, a place my grandparents would go from time to time. Last night’s special was chicken and biscuits.

It was delicious.

Afterwards, Earl and I walked around the amusement area, played some skee ball and then walked up near the water.

I didn’t catch the scores in the photo. On the left I had reached 250, on the right, Earl had reached 190.

I liked the way this tree looked against the lake with the sun in the background.

The backside of the amusement park. Earl stops to take an Instagram photo.

Here’s a photo of a happy couple.

While we were in Sylvan Beach, we stopped at one of the store fronts that showed various real estate listings. We found a beautiful log cabin on 6 1/2 acres in the middle of the woods. It was a five bedroom cabin and looked relatively new. We found the place and took a gander. It’s a steal. We dreamed about it a bit and spent the rest of our ride talking about the logistics. It’s not close to anything that we need to be close to (as far as location goes) but it would be a nice getaway location.

It’s always good to dream.

All the good, shady spots near the Dunkin’ Donuts I visit at lunch time were taken. It seems there were a lot of people looking to hide out for their lunch hour, just like I tend to do. I wasn’t in the mood to broil in the sun nor did I want to sit in Dunkin’s eating area, so I decided to explore a bit and find some shade to relax in. I ended up in Downtown Johnstown, about three miles from work. I am sitting under the shade of a big maple tree on a side street. A historical marker proclaims “Site of the Residence of Matthias B. Hildreth. Served as Attorney General for the State of New York from 1808 to 1812.”

I like these historical markers that are scattered all over the Empire State. I wonder how many people read them, though. If you stop and take a few moments you can learn a few things about the area you’re currently in. I find this fascinating, because knowing our history helps us better understand our future.

Downtown Johnstown has a lot of big old houses and other old buildings scattered about. Kitty corner from where I am sitting is building proclaiming that it’s home to the Johnstown Eagles. As I type this, I know that I’ve heard of the Eagles fraternal organization but I have no idea as to what they actually do. I’ll have to hit up Wikipedia after I finish this blog entry. I know that I’ve had relatives that were Eagles, but I didn’t know what they did. I think there might have been beer involved but I could be completely off base on that.

Next door to the Eagles is another facility owned by the company I work for. It actually houses the “disaster recovery” location, as well as a few other office workers. It used to have over a hundred employees working in there, now it’s around a dozen. A co-worker once took me into the decommissioned datacenter in the basement. There’s a lot of old mainframe equipment and the like from the late 1970s to mid 1980s down there. I decided I was an old geek when I realized that my first geek gig was working on that exact same equipment (DEC VAXen, VAXstations, PDP-11s and the like). The first hard drive I changed out was the size of the freezer drawer on the new refrigerator at home. It was big at 20MB. The building itself is kind of nifty in that 50s/60s office building chic with the terrazzo floors and the like.

I really like the 50s and 60s “ranch” styles of home and businesses. Grandma and Grandpa Country’s house was a bigger ranch home custom designed and built in the late 1950s. Earl doesn’t really care for that design; the one floor plan tends to isolate folks that would otherwise be inclined to socialize during a gathering, but I think it’s a cool design. I even like the old Shell stations that were built in a ranch style. I often try to spot these during our travels.

Photo courtesy of Pleasant Family Shopping Blog.

I like old gas stations. I’ve asked for a classic (or current) Shell service man’s uniform shirt for my birthday, as Shell has always been my favorite of the service stations. I imagine it’ll be a difficult present to find.

So I have been writing code most of the morning. This means I’ve been hunched over my computer and I’ve been staring at my laptop screen. This isn’t a bad thing, after all, it is what I do for a living, but sometimes I think my office setup is not the most ergonomically efficient. Because of this, I end up with tightness in my shoulders and neck.

I just went to the chiropractor after nearly four hours of writing code. I usually take a quick break during my workday and crack my neck, shoulders and back with a good, hearty stretch, but I purposely didn’t do that this morning since I was headed to the chiropractor’s office at lunch time and I figured I might as well get my (insurance) money’s worth.

Dr. Tim noted that might upper back and shoulders seemed a little tight but that my lower back was in great shape. It’s been two weeks since my last appointment, so I figured there’d be more crunchy sounds than usual. When he adjusted my neck and back it made sounds like it’s never made before. Any tightness in my neck and shoulders immediately dissipated and the sneeze I was holding back retreated as well. It’s always good when your chiropractor says “Wow!” At least, I think it’s good. I go back in two weeks.

I feel amazing right now. And just for the record, while I do enjoy a good cracking of the neck and back, I don’t get overjoyed like this woman.

So I’m sitting in the coveted “shady spot” behind the Burger King near the shopping center I usually install myself in during my lunch hour at the office. It’s kind of a repeat performance of my Saturday blogging-parking scenario, except the Pizza Hut looks newer and there are seagulls giving me stern looks, wondering when I’m going to throw some food out one of my windows. The seagulls always hover around the Burger King in these parts.

With the storms that blew through the Midwest and West Virginia this weekend, we have been plenty busy with customers being out of telephone and broadband service. The program I wrote is tracking all these things and the server is “running hot” today. My tasks have involved keeping everything running during the busy daytime hours. Things will settle down later in the evening.

One of the field techs in Ohio sent us a shot of this 500kV tower that suffered some damage from the storms that passed through.

A lot of people are talking about how much more intense storms seem to be this year. Others are saying it’s cyclical. I heard someone mention a “superstorm” near the UK and I have to admit that’s the first time I heard the word “superstorm” in the news. It’s usually reserved for movies like “2012”.

Perhaps it’s time to start stocking up on canned goods.