Autumnal Harvest Marble

09/27/2015 2 comments

Autumnal Harvest Marble

JWildfire 2.56, Un-Retouched

I had chosen a more muted colors in homage for the first day of Autumn. Amusing really given that the weather here in the Tundras of New England have gone below 50 F (10 C) today.


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The Bad Juju that comes with the Aftermath

Michael’s First Blog on the Net | One of many blogs, this one dates back the farthest

Entry 09/23/2015 09:19:17 PM – Mentat 993

As of yesterday morning I’m through with all the things that I need to order and/or replace. The iPod was completed on Monday night (being in sometime the beginning of next week. The phone Tuesday Morning. The retractable baton is still in the wish list until such time as I have the money to pull from a new check rather than off of the current saved funds for the replacement windows rather than out of it and then shoveling the money back into it… Then again the other hesitation is that in carrying the weapon it opens myself up to different retaliation. Stopping by my mother’s house yesterday morning (I couldn’t remember whether today was included in the first of the morning walk), she tells me that my uncle’s promising to buy me a Taser. Uh, that’s going to be quite a problem during my walks and especially having it on me while at work. Hopefully the message will be received and if not, it’ll be happily laid off to the side at the house. Uh, yeah… No I don’t think so. Lovely sentiment but I’m having problems enough with the thought of arming myself given I’m a pacifist by nature. Even if the roughest thing out of me comes from my mouth.

I’m noticing as well that while the mouth is no longer bleeding and the ear isn’t looking like it lost a cage match; the rest of me is still feeling sore as hell. I think it has to deal with post adrenaline stress as the hoodlums were very specific with where they hit me… Legs, and parts of my abdomen. Just one of those things, I guess. That and apparently my resting pulse is up back to the stress-time I had during the desk moves that happened a couple of months ago. Seems like I might be going through some of post-traumatic stress of some sort or another… Which also probably explains the weird up and down feeling I’ve had going on through the night (and part of the morning), today.

So I’m sitting here at my desk, slouching for the moment while I’m brewing my coffee (I can smell some of it through I’m upwind from the pot), watching the folk chatting on dAmn, I’m pondering whether I want to take a break for the moment to get dressed up and walk the 800 or so steps to hit my daily 10K. I know I still have a little time… As I should also make the bed and take a shower. Perhaps even try cleaning myself up a bit in the shower. Yeah, slouch day for the weekend and I’m definitely slouching.

I know that I have one of those reality intruding in on my dream states thanks to my wonderful pain-in-the-ass cat. Seems that sometime during the afternoon after getting out of bed, when he came back in, he decided to knead around my buttocks. I remember it hurting a little bit, but in all honesty I think it was just some sort of unconscious reaction to his incessant kneading at me while he was getting comfortable. At least for the moment since getting up — he’s stopped sucking up to me and is sitting in the bed as usual. Good thing too, given that while I love his company, he’s making it a point not to sit anywhere on my lap, but instead on the back of the chair. But then again I digress from the original points that I was making.

All right, so this morning as I’m getting into the shower, I come to find out that the band on my FitBit is coming apart. Checking through the help forums, it appears that this was an issue with the earlier versions. I was just in time to put a call into support (they close at 23:00 pacific) and after explaining the issue, was able to get a replacement given the unit is under warranty for a year (and I’ve only owned this for just over 3 months). I should have that sometime at the beginning of next week.

Seriously, is there going to be anything else thrown in my direction when it comes to technology? And looking at the Ephemeris for 2015 it would appear that once again, there is some sort of bad juju going on since Friday night. Oh joy of joys there *sighs*.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, showered and dressed. Even got rid of the preamble for No-Shave November (or as most call it Movember) Chugging on the remains of my lukewarm coffee. Puss is sucking up for some love now that I’ve come back to the house to top off my 10,000 steps for the day… Just over sure, though with a quick trip around the block, I’m happy to have gotten the steps in for the day (to make up taking the day out of work Sunday night).

Work has been sort of all right. The manager who’s e-mails seemed to have changed approach from department first/employee health & safety second, seems a hell of a lot more sincere than the call that I mentioned in the last entry. Though, I have to say it’s confusing the wording of the correspondences. At first she seems to be asking for the details of the assault including whether or not I filed a police report because the company’s security was inquiring about it. When I supplied all the information; the very next correspondence seems to indicate that they never asked for that information and whether or not she had permission to forward it to security. Of course, was my response. Anything to assist Security come up with contingency plans for that to never happen to another employee works for me.

One of these days I think I’m going to have to completely sequester myself and try to sort out all the confusing and conflicting things I’ve learned about this job and the people I work with. There’s so much that I’ve learned about the environment and while there’s some really positive things, there’s a whole lot of other things that need to be addresses and/or improved.

And with that, I’m done covering the rest for the moment… Off to perhaps spend some time with the cat and ponder what I’m cooking for lunch today. Until the next time I surface from the underground world I often live in.

Anniversaries… Yay, celebrate with fire and drama

Entry 09/21/2015 04:01:44 AM – Mentat 992

It’s rather surprising that it’s coming up on three months since the last time I posted a journal entry public.  With that in mind, where to begin, where to begin…  To begin with; five days ago I just passed my sixth month anniversary at the contract that I’m working at.  In the six months that I’ve been working there, this is what I’ve learned:

  1. The department generates an inordinate amount of e-mail that no one seems to read any of it.  And when they do, nothing is read for the value or the detail of it; causing untold damage control for anyone with a low three-digit IQ to be tasked with the fallout and eventual clean-up.
  2. The Supervisor in charge of scheduling for the department does it in such a way as no-one within the department knows or trusts the information provided in the calendar.  First, the calendar looks as though it were put together by someone that’s never done scheduling within Outlook or Microsoft Office.  And what’s worse about it is that this is a 24/7/365 operation, yet the supervisor always treats any and all schedule changes as last minute.  Six week advance warning on the vacation?  Tell the others about it the Tuesday before it starts.  Or worse; posting the opportunity for over-time to cover the missing person?  Do it expecting a response by Friday, when Sunday after the Friday is the only day the whole of the shift will be able to be together to discuss the coverage.  And  of course, when in doubt, see above on how effective or well that news will be read from e-mail.
  3. While it’s said by the manager of the department of the whole of the department is working “as a team”, the problem is that much of the old animosities are still very much present.  Case in point an e-mail I had posted to the management of the department when it came to desk changing that had happened overnight.  While this might have worked out for the most part for the first shift as they have the most amount of novices coming into the department, there really wasn’t any reason that two of the temps (then) working at night needed to be rearranged, while the full-timers were left where they were.  Long story/short…  after making a case about how to properly move the temps, one of which point was being moved to a first-shifter well known for being late on weekends and not enabling the individual to complain about — it turned out that he was written up for his tardiness was then told that the reason he was written up was because someone on third shift had reported him.  Yeah, this naturally created inter-shift animosity — particularly when you consider that the offender had signed the form confirming it being correct — he came right out of that meeting and asked the two-full timers who denied they were the ones that reported him.  Yep, animosity.

Then last entry (the beginning of my work-week) I began to hint at my discouragement that was going on with the job, but after yesterday — I’ll be go to hell if I can remember any of it now.  Well other than one third-shifter just went out on Bereavement (should be back at the start of his new week Tuesday night but we won’t know until that night) and the other is out for the next two weeks on medical leave.

Saturday night as I was coming into work at the usual hour, walking the path that I usually take I was attacked by 5 – 7 upper teenagers (with the max being no more than 19) on the sidewalk property of Lifespan and Care New England’s massive parking lots behind the medical campuses.  At first it was an attack of opportunity they wanted to see if they had the strength to knock me out.  When that failed (hard to knock me out; it takes a severe blow to the head for that to happen), they wanted to see if they could cow me into submission.  When that didn’t work as I continued taking hits to the head and side of the face and one opportunistic hit to the nuts of the tallest of the attackers, it turned into a mugging where they took my iPod and phone..  They gave up when I got to Bright Horizons Home, they gave up and ran away and up Gay Street.  I walked toward Dudley Street and Hasbro Emergency Room in the hopes of getting a phone to call the office to tell them I was going to be late.

After that call, I moseyed to the bathroom to check the damage as I remember one of the hoodlums commented on the shape of my ear.  It was bloody.  It has a tear in it, it was black and blue and it looked like I lost the fight in a UFC Cage Match…  All right not that bad, but given that I’ve never had my ear pulled/torn at like that in 51 years, it certainly felt like it.

The security guards were pretty unsympathetic and mostly uncooperative/uninformative.  Hell most of the staff for Hasbro ER was pretty much in the weeds for a Saturday night so everyone in the ER was off doing a million other things.  Given that I didn’t want to wait some hours there or at Rhode Island Hospital for service taking more than four hours of waiting, I decided that it would be best to grab a bus and head back to work.  Yeah, the uninformative was correct.  I waited 5 minutes outside then swiped my way back into reception to connect to the wireless for guests only to find I missed the last bus southbound by 10 minutes.  So I packed up my bag and walked the mile or so to get over to the office on Baker Street, which I was only 5 minutes late.

When I was there, I connected to Google Play, locked and erased my phone.  Called the Providence police to get a report filed (fat lot that would do, given that I didn’t get much of a look at any one as they were all taking turns hitting me  when I did take a look).  Called the phone provider and marked the phone as stolen all before I got my first call at work.  Well second, I had little choice but to re-queue that call to my co-worker because I had three police officers in the front lobby to file the report.

I  stayed through the shift mostly because we had a scheduled down time with Epic Hyperspace (the main program used by the hospital); as the last couple of upgrades that had been done since the program went live at the beginning of April hadn’t gone as flawlessly as hoped.  However with all the managers in some sort of teleconference bridge and all the appropriate departments performing the upgrades, by the time I  was finished the down time, it went flawlessly and effortlessly.  But I’m getting a little ahead of myself.

Backing up a bit, I was 5 minutes late to the shift, I was logged into the phones shortly after that; told the people there what had happened, showed off the battle scarring and semi-routinely checked if I was still bleeding inside my mouth.  At first the bleeding stopped around 1 in the morning and while I was happy about it, my concerns grew when I would have to eventually eat as I couldn’t continue on through the night on the remains of my adrenaline.  So I had a modest lunch and had the bagel I was supposed to eat when I got into work.  While I was eating, I began bleeding.

In fact, at the end of the end of the downtime, I realized that the bleeding was going to go on for as long as I was up and moving and talking.  During the middle of the downtime when I found out the manager of the department was going to be on the bridge during the evening, I made a request to talk to her at the end of the call, because I wanted to relay that I was going to need to take the time out the next night for recuperation.

What I got was pretty shocking.  Oh sure, it started off all right with all the platitudes that come from management and the well-wishes of taking care…  And yet in the same breath what did I hear?  Her concern for call coverage for the next night.

The fact is that I already took that into consideration.  Two people on for a Sunday night that should be enough to get them through until the people from first shift coming in for the morning.  Hell, I even looked at it as a way for her to pull some sort of speech about someone being mugged and still coming in to work the shift.  But no, instead given the opportunity and in a tired state she was more concerned about call coverage for the department rather than the health of her employees, temps/contractors or otherwise.

Sitting here now, I realize that she’s not a manager.  A Sales Person?  Absolutely.  But after that seems to lack the ability to manage people.  That and diplomacy is an alien language to this manager.  Given my initial impression of her when I met her the second week I had been working there — has never truly been a manager.  And given that in the six months that I’ve been working this department has been completely demoralized, news of that call will definitely work against her now and in the future.  While I won’t bring it up within the department, I’m going to say it here anyway and onto your own heads, be.

I got home thanks to my co-worker basically heading in the same direction.  And that’s where the real fun  began.  I slept for shit.  3½ maybe 4 hours.  In the 20 to almost 22 hours since the mugging the bleeding in my mouth had finally stopped.  But not without the true fun of how my body operates.  About mid-morning after my mother had come to visit and the bleeding had recommenced, and while I was rinsing out my mouth — it seems that blood that had been collecting in my mouth had begun to congeal — like blood jelly and typical blood clotting that happens to cover up a wound.  Only problem was that it wasn’t sitting on my cheek, but instead began oozing into my teeth.  Annoying yes, gross to feel sure, but it wasn’t life threatening.  It was a pain in the ass because it was a near routine feel when it was happening and not something I could sleep through.

I after the unsuccessful night’s sleep I then got up to take a shower, rinse my mouth out and hope that I wouldn’t be seeing any blood, but nope, it was still there and still annoying.  Though drying off and checking out my ear, it cleaned up well enough that all I was seeing was the discoloration of the black and blue mark.  Still feels a bit rough behind the ear, but later on at least my mother’s telling it’s looking better than when she looked at it in the morning.

Putting my comfy clothes back on went through the routine of having a modest breakfast as I had only half my lunch at about 2 AM.  This meant a cup of cereal and a cup of milk.  No sooner than having the first tablespoon of cereal and milk, I broke out into a sweat.  I could feel my temperature rising and grabbing the thermometer out of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom check to find out it had hit 104.2 F (40.1 C).   While not being lactose intolerant, it was pretty clear that from the amount of blood that I swallowed through the day, I was having some sort of reaction given that the more that I ate, the queasier I was becoming.  After sweat pouring off of me as though the Niagara had opened up in my body, I decided to lie down in the hopes that it would pass.  The last thing I thought of before I passed out was, “if I die because of this, my mother will find me sprawled out in bed…”

As is evident, I woke up about 70 minutes later.  Rinsing out my mouth, I discovered that I stopped bleeding.  A couple of hours later I ventured to drinking an iced coffee (from the Dunk)  and still no mouth bleeding.

And that is the adventures that I’ve had the last couple of days.  More to come later.  Until the next time.

Leukocyte Adhesion

Leukocyte Adhesion

Mandelbulb 3D, Un-Retouched

A little blue… A little green. And suddenly it’s an experiment in a petri dish gone terribly wrong.

Multiverse Continuum Marble

09/08/2015 3 comments

Mulltiverse Continuum Marble

JWilfwire 2.56, Un-Retouched

A rather surprising effect that was generated when I had warped the base fractal into a marble. I didn’t expect it to reflect itself quite like this.

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Birth of a Feeling

09/05/2015 Comments off

Birth of a Feeling

JWildfire 2.56, Un-Retouched

At first I was thinking about changing the gradient to more on the red scale, though reddish-brown works just as well. A sort of representation of that moment just before getting that warm and fuzzy feeling you get when you’re feeling something positive.

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Gamma Ray Ribbons Marble

08/22/2015 Comments off

Gamma Ray Ribbons Marble

JWildfire 2.56, Un-Retouched

A little something to pass the time while I work on Work Orders at work. It was picked for rendering mostly because of the plasma-like quality that was originally produced.

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