The repair guy came to the office yesterday to fix the air conditioning. It’s actually chilly in here now. I entered the office this morning to the nice 70F. I’m not complaining at all – at least if the room’s a bit chilly it keeps me awake. I just can’t stay awake, let alone think, at 80F. Let’s see how long this repair lasts. The previous repair was good for all of a week.

The climate control in my office is utterly broken. I got in this morning at 7:00am, and it was already at 77F, despite being set to cool the office to 72. By lunchtime it’ll be 80F in here, just like it was on Thursday and Friday of last week. In the winter it was the opposite – the temperature couldn’t be coaxed about 65F. This idiocy has been going on ever since I started working here, two years ago. The pattern repeats endlessly – call a repair guy, the repair guy twiddles some random knobs, and the temperature zooms in the opposite direction for a day or two, then we return to “normality’. I’m now positive that this is a total scam. Some guy comes in and time bombs the climate control to be “reasonable” for a day or two and then return to intolerable. I’m in the wrong racket – I could make a fortune by screwing with corporate climate control.

Dear God, I’m bad at this. Just haven’t got into the swing of posting yet.

So I’m back from holiday. Had an AMAZING time ; I wish I could have stayed longer (better I leave before wearing out my welcome, though 🙂 ). San Diego is a really great place – lots to do, lots to see, and very friendly.

And I was right – it really *was* great to not think about work for a week.

I took a ton of photos while I was there. If I have time maybe I’ll put some online later.

Going on vacation! Leaving work at 3, flight’s at 6. It’ll be nice to just not think about work for a week.

Finished “Pattern Recognition” last night. Loved every word; highly recommended. What next?

So, I’ve been reading a lot lately. All fiction, because I’m too drained at the end of the day to read anything technical. My current fascination is “Pattern Recognition” by William Gibson. There’s something indescribable about Gibson’s prose. The text is almost tactile – I mean, I can *feel* it when I read. It’s like I’m reading braille or something. I understand synaesthesia now.