I think the issue with Essie Mae’s is largely resolved. The title is just a metaphor; I always eat my eggs scrambled. Also, I love it when my random playlist is eerily appropriate.
Leslie still likes me, Joyce still likes me, and Marie isn’t angry with me. I think they all understand that I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. Marianne is on vacation until Tuesday, at which point I think an apology/thank you card, accompanied by chocolates, is probably in order.
I’m not sure I can say I’ve learned from my mistake, because I still don’t think my initial reaction was a wrong one. I suppose I’ve learned that this particular chain of command works much better in a bottom-up fashion, than in a top-down one. If there is any generally-applicable lesson to be learned, it’s that geeks rely too much on simple e-mails, over direct personal interaction. When I sent the message on behalf of the SCCS, based on the observations of another sysadmin, I totally expected an informal “Hey guys – don’t smoke in the storeroom” message to go out, in the same vein as the original message I sent to Linda.
Marie mentioned that she’s retiring after this year, but that I still shouldn’t go over her head ever again :oP. She’s also the one who gave me the idea for chocolates, although I think she was just joking.
On the more general issue of smoking in Tarble, I think the SCCS is going to put up posters in the back hall, the back stairwell, and the downstairs bathrooms to (hopefully) put a stop to students smoking there during Paces parties. We’ll start with that, and if all of the signs get ripped down, we’ll think of something else. Maybe we can install our own battery powered smoke detectors everywhere. They’re not too expensive; it would just be nice and passive-agressive to have a buzzer go off. MWAHAHA. :o]
I prayed for guidance in all of this last night, and it looks like I got it, and for that I am very thankful. Oh yeah: Christ is risen! Note that I get to say that until Pentecost :oP.