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 Much frustration last night and again this morning, involving 
dial-in problems due to the new area code (650) finally 
becoming mandatory. This telco update caused dialing of 
my ISP's local number to demand (incorrectly) that I dial 
"1-650" first, forcing changes to the Dial-Up Networking 
settings which is more difficult than necessary since 
changing those defaults seems to be inhibited - it's unclear 
whether the problem's with my Monorail PC or a fault 
of Windows 95/Internet Explorer software. But by evening 
all was back to normal. 
 Woke up with oral pain focused on rear upper left, probably from 
teeth-clenching during a dream I had involving this girl from 
high school. In reality things should've been great with 
her; tragically, my shyness, ineptitude and inexperience at 
the time turned the whole thing into an embarrassing fiasco 
I regret to this day. Yes I know, I should let it go, but 
I guess rather than color my brain sometimes dreams in 
self-critical shades of "shoulda" and "if only". 
 At work I had to attend a crowded meeting which manifested 
some of the worst one encounters in that scene. Foremost, the boss 
who threw the affair entered bearing a big plate of cookies <1>, 
immediately set upon by the ravenous horde of engineers, so I was 
forced to endure those sounds I find so excruciatingly annoying: 
people eating. <2> 
A slow start-up was also caused by the merriment of the project 
old-timers' chatter, as they traded jests and smart remarks among each 
other (while the thought balloons above our newer folks' heads were less
than charitable). And as the meeting developed it became clear someone 
had just attended facilitator school - an adjutant to the boss was not 
only busy taking notes, but also wielding a stop-watch. Comments 
were requested from all attendees as we "went around the table", 
and as time grew short the lieutenant began hurrying people along 
like a media interviewer approaching the top of the hour. I like my job a lot because stuff like this is rare; unfortunately this 
is to be a weekly headache, but my guess is it'll move to the 
back-burner after about a month.
 
 Received very painful email from D, now she's suffering wildly 
over G's departure (similar levels of emotion she had a few weeks 
ago when his intentions were made clear; I thought now she was over 
the worst.) Strangely enough it seems that a catalyst with G is 
someone he met (and has so far only met) on-line in a "Chat 
Room" (the Other Woman - if it is a woman). He and I do not discuss 
this; doubtless he'd rather avoid my skepticism. But her jealousy is 
furious and enormous. (Which rather mystifies me; she's been kvetching 
about him for years; I'd think on some level she realizes she'll be 
better off without him.) Fortunately I'm not being placed in a referee 
situation, and I fervently hope I'm not forced to choose sides. |