bad date

— पांच हजार आठ सौ बयासी — Last night was my third evening in a row with nothing planned besides just hanging out at home, watching TV. Shobhit and I had even more TV than usual to watch. The first two episodes of the Sterlin Harjo (of Reservation Dogs fame) show, The Lowdown, starring Ethan Hawke and many others, dropped on Hulu, and we watched both of those—they were pretty great, if not quite living up to the stunning score of 87 the show has on MetaCritic. It has another six episodes to live up to it, though. Before moving on to other shows, I fired up YouTube to watch Jimmy Kimmel's monologue from his return to the air on ABC (but not on KOMO here in Seattle, because they're literally good with authoritarianism—he even gave Seattle a brief shoutout) the night before. Honestly, I'm inclined to be very conscientious about not watching anything on our local KOMO affiliate at all, and in instances like this YouTube will suffice. Then we watched Platonic on Apple TV, and then back to Hulu for Only Murders in the Building. All combined, this amounted to a roughly four-hour bloc of TV watching. Shobhit has complained multiple times in therapy that we don't do much together besides watch TV. I'll freely admit we watch a lot of TV, but it's not all we do. He's so obsessed with getting his Weight Watchers steps in, and I go walking with him quite often. We didn't do that last night, but we did the night before. It was a relatively short walk, to the Tuesday Farmers Market and back, but it was quite lovely. The sun was still out, the temperatures were in the high sixties, I had my hoodie on and it was very comfortable. I wasn't even that keen on going out once I got home from work, but in the end I was really glad I did. We won't get a lot more evenings like that for a while. Not that I won't happily walk in the rain, but there's something more cozy about being inside in the fall and winter weather. — पांच हजार आठ सौ बयासी — — पांच हजार आठ सौ बयासी — At least my week's getting a little shaken up today: Laney and I have a Happy Hour right after work, this being on a Thursday because it's the only day of the week that Pinoyshki Bakery does one. Laney and I saw the sign for it walking by some months ago and so we added it to our ever-expanding schedule of Happy Hours, which we both keep track of on personal calendars but I also track on a shared excel document, because I am nerdy like that. I'm looking forward to it. Anyway, I just got back from my lunch break up on the terrace—long a favorite spot, a delight that I now work in a space almost directly beneath it. I took some sample tofu meat-substitute from the Merchandising refrigerator: "barbecue pork." It definitely tasted way more like tofu than pork, and the barbecue flavor was very subtle. All very suitable to me. I had hoped to have the "sesame beef," but I pulled that out and descovered it was already moldy. These particular samples have been in there since last week. I'll have the last half of the "barbecue pork" tomorrow. I actually did make a sandwich this morning, but in the end I threw it away. I finished the large, Costco jar of mayonnaise yesterday. I figured I had another jar I could open in our pantry, and I did, sort of. It was very old. Like an idiot, I just scraped what looked like the worst part off the top after unscrewing the lid, and then used what looked normal beneath that. But then, when I was getting ready, I went back to the refrigerator to double check exactly how old it was. The thing had a sell-by date of November 2023. That' just shy of two years! I figured it was probably dangerous to eat that, so I thew away both the jar and the sandwhich. I'll have to find a more recently manufactured jar of mayonnaise. Thankfully there are almost always samples to choose from here at the office. — पांच हजार आठ सौ बयासी — [posted 12:36pm]

all the meetings

— पांच हजार आठ सौ इक्यासी — It's a good thing I had just another quiet evening at home last night and I don't have a lot to report on, as so much of work is taking my bandwidth today that it's a bit exhausting—and preventing me from getting on top of a task I need to have finished by the end of the day tomorrow. Sometimes you have so much on your plate that shit starts spilling onto the fucking floor. Having a job can be such a pain in the ass! Shobhit and I did go for a walk last night, after I came home, started the first load of laundry, and made us some chai. We walked over to the Tuesday Farmers Market by Cal Anderson Park. I think this was the first time I went to the Tuesday one all year. They had a sandwich board up notifying us that next week is the last Tuesday Market for the year. Shobhit meandered around, admired this or that produce, as he is wont to do, and never bought any. Then we walked back home. I did see a plump young lady in a dress I really loved. I wish I had taken a picture. It was in colored sections from top to bottom that made her look like a giant watermelon. The bottom of the dress was the lighter green with seeds. We came home, had tasty leftovers for dinner, and watched some TV, including the season finale of Alien: Earth, which I both could not get enough of and was a bit disappointed by. As such, I'll definitely be continuing to watch when they do a second season in presumably about a year. — पांच हजार आठ सौ इक्यासी — — पांच हजार आठ सौ इक्यासी — I nearly forgot about the Office Relocation Committee meeting happening at 11:30 this morning, until I saw one of the remote people signing in. So many fucking meetings! Today in particular. I had three meetings this morning alone. At least for once it wasn't scheduled during my lunch break. Next week we're all being treated to lunch by the Leadership Team (LT), and the committee is going out for Happy Hour that same afternoon. I'm actually looking forward to that. We basically agreed in the meeting today that this would be our final such meeting, before the lunch party and Happy Hour next Wednesday. Our work here is done, essentially. I'm good with that. Too many fucking meetings! I may have already said that. People in positions above me, who have mostly meetings all day on most days—I don't know how the fuck they do it. Especially if they have actual work to do outside of meetings. I have plenty to fill my time with even if I didn't have any meetings at all; I have far fewere meetings than most people, but it still feels obtrusive and cumbersome. Am I getting paid enough for this? Probably, but it's easy to get to a point where it's hard to tell when you've also spent years and years living well below your means. I divert 23% of my income to my 401(k). I'd have to lower that if I wanted to get another cat. Right now I just neet to get back to work. Maybe this afternoon I can actually get some work done. When I'm not at the last meeting I still have to go to, anyway. — पांच हजार आठ सौ इक्यासी — [posted 12:42pm]