| and look what the cart dragged in |
[Dec. 8th, 2037|08:49 am] |
Pallets of equipment in our lab, where once all was emptiness. A fine sight. Perhaps I haven't lost my touch after all.
Most of the lab techs have agreed to stay all night and get things set up. I've bribed them with a complete collection of Vampirella magazines and the promise of a real live virtual Vampi as soon as we have the editing function figured out. I don't know whether to be nauseated or amused. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2037|02:53 pm] |
The VC techology delivery is late. Again. I told the project manager in Al Isk that the delay makes me nervous that something is wrong with the technology, so perhaps I should exercise my right to ask for a live test once the installation is complete, and I think he'd make a great subject. Apparently he hadn't read the entire text of my contract amendment. Quel dommage. People can be so haphazard about important things. I count on it.
It made his blink rate go up, but has not yet produced the equipment I need. What is the point of being able to frighten people if it doesn't get me my toys? Fun is nice, but right now it's not enough. I want to work. I want to make this thing happen. I want Jackal Segura on her back with a needle in her brain. I want these licorice-enhanced brains turned like scapels to what's inside her. And then I am going to change the world.
Et ou est la neige du Ko? Due back soon. It would be nice to have my business with Jackal sorted before then. Lovers can be so protective. |
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[Nov. 25th, 2037|08:58 pm] |
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A good few days' work, interrupted by yet another silly NNA holiday. Not that any of these people have families to go to. I'm sure they were all hatched, or raised under grow lights. I suspect a group event involving convenience food and unpleasant wine. I hope they come back next week a bit more relaxed; it's gratifying to have everyone look at the floor and stop talking when I come into a room, but eventually someone besides me better have something to say, or this will be a very short adventure.
Cubicles up. Lab about halfway equipped. Comfy chairs in the lobby for those tense waiting moments. The palette is orange and blue, the colors of creativity, but soft, and no red: solos are so sensitive. Free espresso and highly caffeinated soft drinks for the techs. Puffy cheese-flavored snacks. A case of red licorice at every workstation. Revolting, but it makes them happy. It's like having a zoo full of really smart nocturnal animals. Two-legged bats, or some such. And me, the mama tiger.
I think I'll prowl around the place this weekend. Do some filing. Make myself at home. |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2037|11:17 pm] |
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In 43 minutes the lease term to the new offices of MindScape LLC begins, and the new entry codes take effect. Open for business. It's possible I might find myself in the neighborhood with a bottle of something excellent. Hell, I'd pee in the corners if I thought it wouldn't upset the help. New employees are so twitchy. It will have to be enough to stand in the space and know it's mine. The value of ritual, as la belle Snow says so well. Smart, that one. Interesting to have her on board.
This week: paint, furniture, networking, and of course all the lab setup. And a few unexpected homey touches to surprise and delight: well, that'll be fun to think about. What would really bend the heads of the lab techs? Hah. We'll see what ideas occur after the bottle of excellent.
Mine. Mine. After the long drought, I come to the river, and now we'll see how well I swim. |
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