MIQ Musings – Day 9

MIQ Diary – Day 9 – The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.

I made some strategic changes to improve my sleep patterns.

Step 1 – I moved to the other side of the very comfy super king bed. I figured that the incessant glow from the lights out in the car park might be having an impact so I moving six feet or so further from it might help. While there are good blackout curtains in the room, they’re not very useful when there’s a ten-centimetre gap between the curtains and the window.

Step 2 – I closed the bathroom door. The always-on fan in there was a little bit too rowdy to be considered a relaxing source of pink noise. Less susurrating seas, more Dyson on max power.

And hey presto I slept until 6am. Probably a fluke – see how tomorrow goes.

Health check as usual. Bored now. The MinHealth person couldn’t log in. They complained about the technology, and I reminded them that after the recent Waikato DHB hack, they were lucky to have any tech at all. I then purposely zoned out as they read out their password letter by letter as they were typing it in. It’s hardly surprising they were hacked, given such a lack of security awareness. Thankfully for them my mind is like a sieve at the moment, and I forgot it soon after.

We talked about my deteriorating mood. Apparently they see a lot of this mid-way through people’s stay in isolation. It’d be interesting to know what they intend to do about it – I don’t know – perhaps a countrywide vaccination programme that’s faster than the speed of plate tectonics might help to reduce the prison sentence new arrivals are under? Clearly a crazy idea.

Lots of meetings today. They were all useful and edifying and made me feel like I had made progress, but there were too many to reliably process all the information that was generated. Note to self – fewer meetings.

The Spreadsheet From Hell took up most of the rest of my afternoon. It really is a monster – the sort of idiocy only a technologist could create to annoy another technologist. I am unfortunately on the latter side of the equation, and will be there for another few days at least. It’s almost enough to drive me to drink, but I resist the pull of the bar menu yet again.

Overall, time has passed satisfactorily once again. A few days more is all.