Ambiguous and Erroneous
Jul. 7th, 2006 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gementThis is my third day at PictureCompany, and the system is down. Actually, that's not really fair, since the system has never really been up yet.
The fact that I am breathing is currently covered by an NDA, but I don't think it would be giving away trade secrets to say that we're using a new tool to work with the giant database of doooom, that the new tool was designed by a software development contractor, that we are its first users, and that... it doesn't really work right yet. Stunned? Yeah, me neither.
But we do have a job scope now! There's this whole database of poorly controlled data, they're trying to make it better controlled, and they've brought in some bright-eyed library students. We might just get distracted and try to fix the WHOLE COMPANY, which would be a bad bad bad idea because there are issues far beyond our ken that influence a lot of these policies. So we have a nice clear job scope.
We are not in charge of "fixing" the vocabulary. We will occasionally spot things that the computer breaks or completely misses and we should note those briefly in a log and then move on. We are focusing all our energy on AMBIGUOUS and ERRONEOUS tagging.
Say it again, we are the ambiguous and erroneous team! Wooo!
In other news, the lunch room here is spectacular! Free bread (the good stuff), free pop, ten kinds of tea, packets of peanut butter, lots of silverware, lots of seating... it's like they want us to be comfortable!
Sitting update: every day so far, though on Wednesday I only sat 12 minutes because it was my first day of work and ... yeah, and there are excuses, but I could have sat more, but I was pretty fried that day.
Do De Duck (a reggae song about bathtime) has been alternating with A Little Priest (a catchy song about profiting from cannibalism). And some days the spot on the wall I stare at makes faces! It's really cool. This morning it was three little dots that looked like part of a Pooh Bear/hedgehog thing facing left or a donkey's head facing right.
The other night I got a male face, impersonating Groucho Marx, Winston Churchill, Pan, Green Man, bald bushy-moustache guy, and many others. When my brain got bored even with that, the guy's mouth started moving like he was talking in a silent movie. I don't mind. I just sit and watch the spot, and marvel at the distractions my mind devises when I give it nothing else to do.
The fact that I am breathing is currently covered by an NDA, but I don't think it would be giving away trade secrets to say that we're using a new tool to work with the giant database of doooom, that the new tool was designed by a software development contractor, that we are its first users, and that... it doesn't really work right yet. Stunned? Yeah, me neither.
But we do have a job scope now! There's this whole database of poorly controlled data, they're trying to make it better controlled, and they've brought in some bright-eyed library students. We might just get distracted and try to fix the WHOLE COMPANY, which would be a bad bad bad idea because there are issues far beyond our ken that influence a lot of these policies. So we have a nice clear job scope.
We are not in charge of "fixing" the vocabulary. We will occasionally spot things that the computer breaks or completely misses and we should note those briefly in a log and then move on. We are focusing all our energy on AMBIGUOUS and ERRONEOUS tagging.
Say it again, we are the ambiguous and erroneous team! Wooo!
In other news, the lunch room here is spectacular! Free bread (the good stuff), free pop, ten kinds of tea, packets of peanut butter, lots of silverware, lots of seating... it's like they want us to be comfortable!
Sitting update: every day so far, though on Wednesday I only sat 12 minutes because it was my first day of work and ... yeah, and there are excuses, but I could have sat more, but I was pretty fried that day.
Do De Duck (a reggae song about bathtime) has been alternating with A Little Priest (a catchy song about profiting from cannibalism). And some days the spot on the wall I stare at makes faces! It's really cool. This morning it was three little dots that looked like part of a Pooh Bear/hedgehog thing facing left or a donkey's head facing right.
The other night I got a male face, impersonating Groucho Marx, Winston Churchill, Pan, Green Man, bald bushy-moustache guy, and many others. When my brain got bored even with that, the guy's mouth started moving like he was talking in a silent movie. I don't mind. I just sit and watch the spot, and marvel at the distractions my mind devises when I give it nothing else to do.
