Yesterday my boss told me in email that we (the department, or maybe the whole office) have an extension on the midyear performance reviews, so we could wait until Tuesday to discuss mine. And she attached it, so I could read it beforehand. I'm pretty happy: she said a bunch of good things about me, and noted that it would be good if I slowed down on a few things and gave them a bit more attention even if it meant I was slightly late on deadlines. This is something I need to keep working on (she said, typing furiously).
(At the same time, I had an apa deadline at 7 this evening, and started writing sometime after 1:00.)
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roadnotes last night, for sushi and conversation. We rendezvous'd at Varsano's; I was a bit early, and there was nobody else there, so I not only have a variety of chocolate, I had a nice chat with Marc Varsano about Barcelona (he's just back from vacation) and London (because he wants to go there, and I've been), and food. The conversation with roadnotes was a lot (though not only) about people we've known a long time (or knew a long time ago), who she, I, or both were thinking about for various reasons. And a bit of that was one thing leading to another, either conceptually or because they were about the same person or time. There was one thing she told me that, when I came home and told cattitude, led him to thank me for being a sane, decent person. It's something worth doing, for myself as much as for others; some bits of sane are easier than others, but I think I'm doing pretty well on decent.
Something I forgot to mention in my last gym post: Emilie told me about someone who was being obnoxious about not putting away her cell phone in the locker room (the classic bit of talking loudly and at length about how somebody was making her end her phone call, instead of "sorry, gotta go, I'll call you back"), and then told me why they're making more of a point of enforcing that rule right now: someone was caught using the cell phone camera in the locker room, and it had taken Emilie and other gym staff an hour and a half to get her to delete the photos. Emilie was also worried that the photographer might have already sent some of the photos to her computer, or a friend.
As many of you know, I'm pretty easy about nudity: but that doesn't mean I think everyone is, or needs to be, and it doesn't mean that I like the idea of a random stranger photographing me while I'm toweling off my leg.
Last weekend, Adrian had noted that the locker room in the Boston Sports Club had signs about inappropriate [sexual] behavior in the sauna and steam room and that they will revoke gym memberships if those norms are violated, and that Healthworks (which is women-only) doesn't. But they aren't primarily concerned about privacy or photographs: this is about not spreading HIV and other infections. The signs in the New York Sports Club explain that the health department inspects the locker rooms regularly. My suspicion is that the main reason they have that sign in the women's locker room is that, in a mixed-sex gym, that's easier than having it only in the men's locker room, rather than because they're expecting women to have anonymous and/or unprotected sex in the sauna.
(At the same time, I had an apa deadline at 7 this evening, and started writing sometime after 1:00.)
I met
roadnotes last night, for sushi and conversation. We rendezvous'd at Varsano's; I was a bit early, and there was nobody else there, so I not only have a variety of chocolate, I had a nice chat with Marc Varsano about Barcelona (he's just back from vacation) and London (because he wants to go there, and I've been), and food. The conversation with roadnotes was a lot (though not only) about people we've known a long time (or knew a long time ago), who she, I, or both were thinking about for various reasons. And a bit of that was one thing leading to another, either conceptually or because they were about the same person or time. There was one thing she told me that, when I came home and told cattitude, led him to thank me for being a sane, decent person. It's something worth doing, for myself as much as for others; some bits of sane are easier than others, but I think I'm doing pretty well on decent.Something I forgot to mention in my last gym post: Emilie told me about someone who was being obnoxious about not putting away her cell phone in the locker room (the classic bit of talking loudly and at length about how somebody was making her end her phone call, instead of "sorry, gotta go, I'll call you back"), and then told me why they're making more of a point of enforcing that rule right now: someone was caught using the cell phone camera in the locker room, and it had taken Emilie and other gym staff an hour and a half to get her to delete the photos. Emilie was also worried that the photographer might have already sent some of the photos to her computer, or a friend.
As many of you know, I'm pretty easy about nudity: but that doesn't mean I think everyone is, or needs to be, and it doesn't mean that I like the idea of a random stranger photographing me while I'm toweling off my leg.
Last weekend, Adrian had noted that the locker room in the Boston Sports Club had signs about inappropriate [sexual] behavior in the sauna and steam room and that they will revoke gym memberships if those norms are violated, and that Healthworks (which is women-only) doesn't. But they aren't primarily concerned about privacy or photographs: this is about not spreading HIV and other infections. The signs in the New York Sports Club explain that the health department inspects the locker rooms regularly. My suspicion is that the main reason they have that sign in the women's locker room is that, in a mixed-sex gym, that's easier than having it only in the men's locker room, rather than because they're expecting women to have anonymous and/or unprotected sex in the sauna.
