I got in work very early on Monday. A coworker was returning from vacation and I wanted to have something done in advance of his return. Work started for me at 6am and I was largely finished by the time he got into work. I told him what I had done, he told me to make some changes and I spent the day making them. One or two parts were rather tricky so it wasn’t until the end of the day that I finished. I shot the lead a note that I was done but it probably needed some clean-up and asked to talk in the morning.

This morning, I arrived and the lead shot me a message of “for time’s sake, let me make the fixes and I’ll go over them when I’m done”. Seven hours later he messages me. “Done, please do an editorial review.” Cool. I open the work file and almost nothing of my work remained except for two things: Modifying the color of the column headers and a single calculation. I wasn’t mad or upset, but smirked at how wrong I had been. How absolutely off-base I had been with my assumptions, how naively I treated calendar year accounting, and how underdeveloped my accrual calculations had been. I started laugh. A non-actuarial coworker heard me, and asked what was funny.

Me: Imagine someone asks you to make a sandcastle and after getting some basic instructions you do it. You finish and you look at it and go “eh, not bad. Could use work though.” You tell the person who requested it that you’re done and they say “I need to make a few changes” and you think “I guess I didn’t nail it but I helped!”. At the end of the day you come back and see a completely new sand castle there. So new, in fact, you think they trucked in their own sand because it’s not even same color. On closer inspection you do see that they did use some of your work: a single plastic figurine you had added to yours was preserved. Then the person asks you to check their sand castle to make sure it conforms to what they wanted.
Her: Oh.

Actuarying hard.

I went ice skating during my lunch break and listened to an audiobook for the 90 minutes I was there.  I attempted to do a few practice drills that Carl and Everett had showed me to mediocre success but otherwise worked up a sweat going around in circles.  When my time was done, I returned my skates and walked back to my car and smiled.  Ice skating will probably never be hard again.

Not to say that skating doesn’t hold legion challenges ahead for me.  It does, but the simple act of standing on skates and moving forward at a reasonable rate will never be a mystery box of physical coordination as it once was.  The difficulty will continually diminish barring injury or illness.  I like that.  I’ve been spending a lot of time with Objective-C and multi-variate calculus, two cases where there seems to be no permanence to retention as I am now remembering the rules of tabular integration for the fifth time.

After yesterday’s brush with historical idiocy, I should have know more was coming.  I completely flubbed a requirement in Cit World and I think what followed was some type of penance.  An African-American Scout came to me for help with Cit Nation and was looking to write a report on… the Lincoln monument.

Me: So you visited the Lincoln monument, what did you learn about it?
Him: That it’s big. Oh, and Lincoln was a good guy.
Me: What do you mean ‘good guy’?
Him: Um…..
Me: Well, he helped hold the country together when the South wanted to leave.
Him: Why did the South want to leave?
Me: There was a dispute with the North.
Him: Over what?
Me: … labor practices.
Him: What does that mean?
Me: The South wasn’t paying it’s workers.
Him: Why?
Me: Well, they were slaves.
Him: Who were the slaves?
Me: ….People from other countries.
Him: Ok. *shrugs shoulders*

If only rhetorical dodgeball were a sport…

The draw of the computer has been stronger than I anticipated to my dad and I’ve had to relearn some basics about the interface.  For instance:

Dad: Hm… I’ve heard a lot about Google. But every time I search, there’s only two results.
Me: Two results?
Dad: Yeah, look.  It says “results out of 2 million pages” where are they?
Me: Have you tried paging down?
Dad: Hm… Is that what the PgDn key I’ve been eying does?
Me: Yes.
Dad: This is easier than I thought.

On search specificity:
Dad: I’m getting too many results on snowplows.  How can I narrow it down?
Me: Well, add other terms, like a brand, a size, or a region.
Dad: You mean you can search on multiple words at once?  Hot damn.

Sometimes I get drunk with power and search on whole sentences or even a phrase and a name all at once.