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very pleasant
Passed the new release candidate on after a week of frustrating testing. Just couldn't seems to get my head straight about what I needed to do. Not unrelated to the fact that I'd just torn up my old plan. =) And on top of that, I got in late on several days, which I had not been meaning to do.
On the positive side, the other tester (at partner company) has been bumped from our project. Yes, I said "positive". This is good because now that I *know* she's not working on the project (rather than just *suspecting* that she's giving us minimal time), I no longer have to be concerned about comprehensibilty of my test plan and can tear it up. It was structurally not worth editing. (I saved only the summary page.)
But that's not what I am here to talk about -- I am here to talk about what happened AFTER work on Friday and was nice.
At quarter of 5 we decided it was ready, and my co-worker says "go home!" I'm so used to getting in late, that it hadn't even crossed my mind that getting in at 9ish means the day *ends* earlier. Cool!
Services don't start until 7, so what was I to do with myself? So, I wrapped up the files, gave myself a chance to clean up my desks (this was happy), and swang out of there before 6. I always feel cheery when I leave work, because I'm going off to a no-homework evening, but this was especially nice :-)
I headed first to E. Ch., to park and drop off my contribution to the potluck, then took a walk down to Central Square. Beautiful. I stared at the houses and churches. I rang the bell of a friend (who wasn't in). I stopped by a sidewalk sale and found an amazingly perfect gauzy shawl/overshirt thing they were calling a poncho. I admired the cuteness of my hair in the dressing-room mirror -- humidity has brought our its curl. I returned along the brick sidewalk, and didn't worry about the time. (Unlike hungry friends, services are OK if you join while they are in progress.)
Friday services at E. Ch. were as musical and warm as I remember, and being away for several weeks made it even sweeter to see the now-familiar faces. There was satisfying shmoozing, enough time to be with several sets of community-members.
That evening was the public Cambridge Dance Party.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doxasticpirate was there, and it sounded like a giant Pinball machine!
On the positive side, the other tester (at partner company) has been bumped from our project. Yes, I said "positive". This is good because now that I *know* she's not working on the project (rather than just *suspecting* that she's giving us minimal time), I no longer have to be concerned about comprehensibilty of my test plan and can tear it up. It was structurally not worth editing. (I saved only the summary page.)
But that's not what I am here to talk about -- I am here to talk about what happened AFTER work on Friday and was nice.
At quarter of 5 we decided it was ready, and my co-worker says "go home!" I'm so used to getting in late, that it hadn't even crossed my mind that getting in at 9ish means the day *ends* earlier. Cool!
Services don't start until 7, so what was I to do with myself? So, I wrapped up the files, gave myself a chance to clean up my desks (this was happy), and swang out of there before 6. I always feel cheery when I leave work, because I'm going off to a no-homework evening, but this was especially nice :-)
I headed first to E. Ch., to park and drop off my contribution to the potluck, then took a walk down to Central Square. Beautiful. I stared at the houses and churches. I rang the bell of a friend (who wasn't in). I stopped by a sidewalk sale and found an amazingly perfect gauzy shawl/overshirt thing they were calling a poncho. I admired the cuteness of my hair in the dressing-room mirror -- humidity has brought our its curl. I returned along the brick sidewalk, and didn't worry about the time. (Unlike hungry friends, services are OK if you join while they are in progress.)
Friday services at E. Ch. were as musical and warm as I remember, and being away for several weeks made it even sweeter to see the now-familiar faces. There was satisfying shmoozing, enough time to be with several sets of community-members.
That evening was the public Cambridge Dance Party.
doxasticpirate was there, and it sounded like a giant Pinball machine!