New laptop day at work. Reinstalling all of my analytics software has been a mixed bag.
Just discovered that Gmail decided that every email about a bill is spam at some point, so that’s lovely.
Today’s (and really the last several months) project: Convert JET SQL queries and VBA code from a MS Access database into an Alteryx workflow leveraging T-SQL & In-Database processing. Juggling between 4 languages/dialects is so fun.
So, fun announcement from while I was away: I finally got promoted to Associate, which is a big deal because that moved me out of the paraprofessionals and was a bit earlier than I had expected, given that I thought they were waiting on my degree to complete.
Hello world. I’m back and reading toots again. I had to hop off because otherwise you were going to get a play-by-play of every. single. thing. from that Oh-So-Basic Computer Class on Tuesday nights from 6-9. Nobody deserves that.
Context on tonight’s class: This is a prerequisite to a prerequisite to courses in my actual degree plan and it’s basically the Most Basic of Using A Computer For Business.
I should not be taking this course, but the College of Business would not budge on taking into account the fact that I’ve been in technical roles for most of my career, let alone programming since 5 or 6.
Oh, kiddos.
You’re worried about AI behaving ethically and your instructor is promising that regulation will happen and you are buying it because you’ve never watched that ancient movie from the mid-90s where they talk about being so excited that they could without stoping to think if they should.
Oh good. We’re halfway through the class session and he finally figure out amplification.
The urge to contribute verbally to the classroom discussion with better examples than the instructor is reading off the slides he didn’t author versus the knowledge that that would just prolong the course session this evening when the instructor can’t even get his microphone to work.
Waiting for my in-person class this semester and grabbed a table in a common area. I could swear the other guy at my table is the splitting image of my ex, except I know my ex has gone through a round of chemo. Then I remembered that when I met my ex, he was about college Junior/Senior age. Where have 19 years gone?