Tuesday, July 7, 2020

We’re having a party after work tomorrow. At least I think we are. It could be next week. I’m keeping tomorrow evening open. I have no plans for next Wednesday either. I think the party will be outdoors somewhere. Those are still allowed, though I think the rules announced yesterday limit events to twenty people. There are about twenty of us in the office. Maybe that rule is only for indoor events. As usual, I’ve seen several different sets of rules. Each is authoritative, ambiguous, and contradictory. I’m reading several of them via automatic translation. That doesn’t help. I think the party will celebrate more officially the programmer who retired a few days ago. He is back in the office today, apparently programming or debugging something. I’ve heard him talking with the others, discussing the programmer who passed away last week. He may be helping to sort out the projects that that programmer didn’t get tp finish. Everyone else seems to know what’s going on. I feel like the one person on a planet who isn’t a telepath. The retired programmer showed up at the office late in the morning, right when I did. I had been doing some work at home, recording voiceover for a video we’re doing. I also wrote some of the script for it, but someone else is making it. He’s so much better at what we need than I am that I don’t bear a grudge. I spent much of the rest of the day extracting sections of documents to use in other documents. I like working with modules. I’ll be doing more of that tomorrow. Then we may have a party. Or we may not.