songscloset: Me with the sun flare on my face. (Default)
I've been fighting with this laptop since I got it, less than a year ago. It's always running at about 100% disc use and often at very high memory use - all for things like System. It's a Dell computer and it shouldn't be this slow and clunky.

So, finally, after it gave me several really bad signs in the past couple of weeks (slow or nearly no start up, terrible lagginess), I've decided to just re-install Windows 10 and see if that fixes it. I'm finishing up backing up my info now, and I'll log out of the programs which will be wiped out by the re-install, then I'll Be Brave and go for it.

Apparently, there's a way to do the reinstallation without it removing all my personal files, so I'm going to try that first. If that doesn't work, I'll download the OS onto a USB stick and try for a fully clean installation, then put all my own stuff back.

Geordie's gone for another week of training, but this should be the last of it until October, when there's a week of Yet More Training. This time he's in Chicago for a week (well, Mon-Fri, and all he'll see is the hotel and the training place. Very boring.). The one in October is around Boston. He's looking forward to that one more.

I'm going to try to get the house a little cleaner this week, but mostly, I'll be using my mornings to write and then working all afternoon and evening. Ugh.

The job is weird. I'm finally actually doing instrument loading and sample spiking without supervision (from choosing which samples through prepping and loading them), and I'm supposed to be working all alone on Saturdays (which will entail starting the instruments from first calibration), but somehow I'm still lagging behind. Yesterday, the analyst who's a total pill was there with me. He started the instruments even though our boss specifically said that I was supposed to start at least one of them, so I could learn how (and be ready for working by myself). I mean, I'm grateful for the help, but not for the refusal to let me learn my job.

Also, they're training the intern on exactly the same stuff, only she's actually getting the training and practice that I'm not getting. I don't know why - she's only in our department for a month or so, and they're rushing her through the work. Why didn't they do that for me?

I mean, I don't exactly *care*, only ... it's offputting and annoying. Is it that I confirm that what I'm doing is correct too often, so it looks like I don't know what I'm doing? Maybe. I can quit that (I have quit that, mostly, and I can try to not do it ever again, but every so often, I've been told something wrong by one of the other people, so the double and triple checking is good.)

Regardless, I am getting to do more of the work, and I'm beginning to pick up overtime, which is a good thing.

My pictures are diligently copying over - the percent copied is increasing, but the time remaining has remained static. I have a lot of pictures. Sometimes people ask me why I don't keep most of them on a separate drive and the answer is that this is my only computer and storage space for them, so I want them all in one place in case of emergency. I don't want to lose most of my pictures just because I didn't have time to grab the Photo Drive during a fire.

I think it's time for lunch. Mmm, lunch.
songscloset: Me with the sun flare on my face. (Default)
We're watching the Great British Bakeoff. It's as good as people said - the first two seasons were fun, and now we're watching the last one. It makes me quite pleased that I'm not on the show, though; seriously, they're thrown into the deep end from beginning to end, aren't they? Yikes.

Merrie's up in Seattle, at ECCC with friends. Geordie and I are enjoying the time on our own. We like having her at home, but it's funny to be just the two of us.

He and I have spent lots of time together alone - we have gone on weeks-long road trips together, literally just the two of us and no one else. Someone at his work said something about knowing people who, when they retired, had to learn how to spend time together without anyone else and that some of their relationships didn't survive the retirement. Geordie and I don't have to worry about that!

Which is good, because he's just been laid off, sort of. The company he worked for ... two years ago, I guess, was bought by a company which immediately was bought by a large computer company. The middle company wasn't really working out, so their product sort of stalled... which made the large company decide to cut its losses.

So, they've laid off half the staff in the group, which is about 120 people, including all of the salespeople for that group. The layoff is unusual: they're still nominally employed until May 1, and if they don't get a different job before that date, they get the full total of their vacation pay, and they get both the stock options vested immediately and the full quantity of the 4-year bonus program that they'd originally been offered.

They're being paid for the period between now and May 1, they're welcome to come into the office and have as much of the free breakfasts and lunches as they want, and they can still ... work? (only, there aren't any tasks for them to do). I think we'll be going on a trip in these next couple of months.

He's been looking at jobs in other parts of the country, both in the Portland Or area and maybe up in New England. He'll really like New England, although I'll freeze for the 6 months of winter. I prefer the Pacific Northwest, myself. I fit better into the culture and I love the mystical redwood forests.

I've been doing lots of knitting, and I think I forgot to post there that I finished the Hobbit fanfic that I'd been working on for over two years. I'm super proud of it; I'm still writing side bits of the story, but I'm honestly thinking of finding out if I can print it out and get it bound, so I can have it on my own shelves. I can get Scrivener to compile it to ebook format and then use Lulu, maybe? It's nearly 300K words, though, so it's fucking massive.

Anyway, there's lots of work to do, even though I don't yet have a job. Ugh.


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