Well, avert your eyes, guys, as I lay an official Blog About My Cat on you. If any of you feel too ashamed, don't bother to read on. Assume I've had a spurious lapse. :)
This is sorta relevant to technology in that, I've just switched over to a new team in the WindowsLive/MSN world, and of course it being a new job you want to be omnipresent,everpresent, and presentable during the first few weeks you are there. Well the best laid plans gang aft agley, or gang after the kitty, because a week ago I was called by my housemate saying horror of horrors, my cat seemed to be puking up blood, she was going to take her to the hospital, could I leave Microsoft and come RIGHT NOW. (!!!!)
I was of course in the middle of a meeting, and had to struggle to get out of it ( my officemate was there an graciously told me to get home, she'd hanldle things) and who should pop into the office but my peer pm Jason Wodicka and my boss Nils Pohlmann, both of whom need a ride across the bridge. They note that with the carpool lane I will likely get across to Seattle faster with them and the slight detour we will take to get them to their park and ride/bus locations will be negligible. Fine I say, as visions of my poor evil kitty struggling for her last gasp are filling my brain. Let's go now.
They hop in and immediately, snow falls from the sky (this is Friday March 10th). Then the hailstones appear. I am driving very cautiously thinking: it would be bad form to kill off both my boss and a critical technical coworker in one go, must not skid. Meanwhile of course, since I'm new, and they want to distract themselves from the fact they've entrusted their lives to their new coworker (me) they start making small talk. I edge the car forward. Chitchat. I have no recollection of what they said, because I vacillated between cat dead on arrival and my new team dead on arrival. :P
Finally, I get to drop off my coworkers safely and make it to the hospital. This begins a 3-day saga of in and out of vet clinics where she's throwing up but progressive Xrays are not showing anything new.
Fast forward, $1500 later, to Monday they call me and tell me they are putting the kitty under anesthesia so they can look up her nose. And on Tuesday - I end up working from home that day - they present me with the prize - kitty whole and alive again, and a 12-INCH grass stem they pulled intact out of her nasal cavities. Nils refused to see it. My poor officemate Krista sees it every day because I have it up on the whiteboard where I can see it every day and think: how is this possible?
So if you are facing some sort of hard problem in your life (like say a code problem where the bug is not readily found), and you are feeling sorry for yourself, think of this:
1) no matter what Virginia, miracles do happen, and cats get things up their nose through sheer force of will. Whatever your problem is, and however unlikely the solution may be, hey, miracles do happen that defy logic.
2) no matter how bad it is now, you do not have to spend the day with a 12-inch green stem of grass up your nose
3) you don't have to try to explain this epiphany to your new boss, who hopefully has not noticed all the times that the hailstones and snow were actually endangering his life
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