{"id":1726,"date":"2014-11-26T13:15:54","date_gmt":"2014-11-26T13:15:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/?p=1726"},"modified":"2014-11-26T13:15:54","modified_gmt":"2014-11-26T13:15:54","slug":"noise-order-technology","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/2014\/11\/26\/noise-order-technology\/","title":{"rendered":"noise, order, technology"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was in a mall over the weekend. And I had a bit of a headache to start. Which didn&#8217;t get better. The chatter of people, the deliberately terrible acoustics, the generally terrible Christmas music &#8211; it was too much. I could feel my brain starting to retreat into a dark corner of my skull&#8230; and yes, my skull has dark corners &#8211; I&#8217;m having a CRISIS here!<\/p>\n<p>I took a break, had a snack and a soda in the food court, made some origami for a little kid, and felt a little better.<\/p>\n<p>When I got home, I sat in the quiet of my living room with a book. No music, no traffic noise, even the furnace and fridge were quiet. The loudest thing in my whole house was my cat.<\/p>\n<p>And I settled back down and slowly came back out of my shell.<\/p>\n<p>It took a while and reaffirmed &#8211; once again &#8211; that I&#8217;m terrible in crowds. I didn&#8217;t use to be this way. For a while, I even enjoyed the subtle mix of cunning and guile needed to slip through a crowd unimpeded. And while I&#8217;ve never been one to cranky my music, noise didn&#8217;t really bother me either.<\/p>\n<p>Next thing you know I&#8217;ll be on my porch yelling at kids to get off my lawn.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<\/p>\n<p>Since the mall was so chaotic, I decided I needed a bit of order. So, I re-arranged my kitchen cabinets.<\/p>\n<p>Just let that sink in for a moment.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t really know what possessed me&#8230; wait, that&#8217;s it! I was possessed!<\/p>\n<p>(sign of relief)<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, I moved some things around, threw out some expired cans, and wondered why I have so many cans of green beans. I mean, I like green beans but it never occurs to me to have them for dinner. And, strangely, I only ever think about having them for dinner when I&#8217;m buying groceries.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a sickness, apparently.<\/p>\n<p>When I was done I considered moving on to other areas of the house and organizing them, but after a judgmental look from my cat &#8211; which is, frankly, the only kind he gives me &#8211; I sensibly went and played some video games.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Working on a project at work this week and while I did everything right and used the software and tools exactly as prescribed &#8211; something went wrong.<\/p>\n<p>And it was for some VIP&#8217;s.<\/p>\n<p>I usually like to fly waaaaay below that radar, but I was the only one who had the right mix of expertise to pull this off. And, dammit, it should have worked. Instead, too many of the wrong people didn&#8217;t get an email.<\/p>\n<p>And we can&#8217;t figure out why.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve got a possible &#8211; and deeply counter-intuitive &#8211; solution that I&#8217;m going to try this morning. Essentially, we need to make the email look more like spam.<\/p>\n<p>Yeah.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s also super tedious.<\/p>\n<p>Had me kinda bummed out yesterday evening. I don&#8217;t like it when the tech fails me like that &#8211; we&#8217;re supposed to be bros, you know?<\/p>\n<p>Well, can&#8217;t win them all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was in a mall over the weekend. And I had a bit of a headache to start. Which didn&#8217;t get better. The chatter of people, the deliberately terrible acoustics, the generally terrible Christmas music &#8211; it was too much. 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