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Mar. 13th, 2018 07:13 pmYesterday, just before the end of the day, my manager and coworker (yes, the ones I've posted about) came in to ask me if I could write a multithreaded program where one thread repeatedly interacts with some hardware, and alerts the other thread if there's a problem.
I'd already realized they were going to need this at some point, and had already written it. They were pretty thrilled.
(It doesn't actually solve the problem. It just looks really cool. But they haven't realized that yet.)
Today we went on a nice hard ride at lunch. It was just barely warm enough for me, was definitely not warm enough for my coworkers, who were both in shorts and t-shirts. (I of course had tights and three shirts, two long-sleeve, on.) About 15 miles in, I started feeling not so great. By 20 miles in I was feeling just awful, and the last few miles I seriously thought I was going to be violently ill. I managed to eat about four bites of lunch and spent the rest of the day feeling absolutely awful.
Now I'm stuck between the charybdis of being about 2000 calories in debt for the day and the scylla of really, desperately not wanting to eat anything, at all, ever again.
I'd already realized they were going to need this at some point, and had already written it. They were pretty thrilled.
(It doesn't actually solve the problem. It just looks really cool. But they haven't realized that yet.)
Today we went on a nice hard ride at lunch. It was just barely warm enough for me, was definitely not warm enough for my coworkers, who were both in shorts and t-shirts. (I of course had tights and three shirts, two long-sleeve, on.) About 15 miles in, I started feeling not so great. By 20 miles in I was feeling just awful, and the last few miles I seriously thought I was going to be violently ill. I managed to eat about four bites of lunch and spent the rest of the day feeling absolutely awful.
Now I'm stuck between the charybdis of being about 2000 calories in debt for the day and the scylla of really, desperately not wanting to eat anything, at all, ever again.