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Phoning It In
Mar. 25th, 2011 09:33 pmI spent a goodly chunk of yesterday on the phone or equivalent. First, there was a marathon teleconference from 08:00 to 14:30. We're ramping up for the next version of the product and all of the teams were presenting their plans. Then there was the quarterly global employee webcast from 17:30 to 18:40. Then after that I called my mom and chatted with her for a bit. So call it eight hours of being either on the phone or sitting with headphones on, watching the webcast.
In between the teleconference and the webcast I had a three hour break. I was tired as I'd gotten up early for the start of the conference and have been fighting with spring allergies. After grabbing some lunch all I wanted to do was to crawl into bed for a couple of hours. But the weather outside was gorgeous and according to the forecast it was going to suck on the weekend so instead I put on shoes and jacket and headed outside to at least get in a walk to the mailbox and back.
As soon as I was outside I stopped and shook my head. What was I doing? I had a little over two hours of perfect weather and I was going to walk to the mailbox? Really? I went back inside, grabbed my gear and headed out to do some geocaching.
I picked up five caches, bringing my total to 237. Three of those caches were ones which had previously eluded me, so it was especially nice to find those. Two of them I'd missed because I'd been looking for them on a heavily overcast day and couldn't get good GPS readings. I had no such problem this time around and found them easily, although I did manage to cut my forehead on a low-hanging branch as I bent to retrieve one of them.
The third of the earlier misses I couldn't blame on the weather, though. It was cleverly hidden and I simply couldn't find it. The cache owner had said that it was a difficult one and if you couldn't find it you should email him for an additional hint. I'd done that a couple of weeks ago so this time around, armed with the hint, I found it. And an evil cache it was. It was located at a metal gate across a logging road. There was a black and white label on the gate giving the name of the logging road. Except that it wasn't the logging company that had put the label there, but the cache owner. The label was magnetic and peeling it up revealed the cache log, stuck to the back. Evil.
It was a good outing, as most of them are. I tried to take a picture of the Haslam suspension foot bridge to show here, but alas the batteries in my camera were dead.
The weather forecast has turned around since Thursday, as it so often does in these parts, and now tomorrow is shaping up to be another good day to go out after all.
In between the teleconference and the webcast I had a three hour break. I was tired as I'd gotten up early for the start of the conference and have been fighting with spring allergies. After grabbing some lunch all I wanted to do was to crawl into bed for a couple of hours. But the weather outside was gorgeous and according to the forecast it was going to suck on the weekend so instead I put on shoes and jacket and headed outside to at least get in a walk to the mailbox and back.
As soon as I was outside I stopped and shook my head. What was I doing? I had a little over two hours of perfect weather and I was going to walk to the mailbox? Really? I went back inside, grabbed my gear and headed out to do some geocaching.
I picked up five caches, bringing my total to 237. Three of those caches were ones which had previously eluded me, so it was especially nice to find those. Two of them I'd missed because I'd been looking for them on a heavily overcast day and couldn't get good GPS readings. I had no such problem this time around and found them easily, although I did manage to cut my forehead on a low-hanging branch as I bent to retrieve one of them.
The third of the earlier misses I couldn't blame on the weather, though. It was cleverly hidden and I simply couldn't find it. The cache owner had said that it was a difficult one and if you couldn't find it you should email him for an additional hint. I'd done that a couple of weeks ago so this time around, armed with the hint, I found it. And an evil cache it was. It was located at a metal gate across a logging road. There was a black and white label on the gate giving the name of the logging road. Except that it wasn't the logging company that had put the label there, but the cache owner. The label was magnetic and peeling it up revealed the cache log, stuck to the back. Evil.
It was a good outing, as most of them are. I tried to take a picture of the Haslam suspension foot bridge to show here, but alas the batteries in my camera were dead.
The weather forecast has turned around since Thursday, as it so often does in these parts, and now tomorrow is shaping up to be another good day to go out after all.
