I am easily amused. It helps to be absentminded. Seriously, you can tell me the same joke over and over again and I will find it hilarious every time. Ask anybody.
You know how it feels when you find something unexpected? Something good. Like last year’s $10 in your winter coat pocket. (That one in particular hasn’t happened to me, but you know what I mean.) It doesn’t have to be big. It just has to be nice. A couple of weeks ago I was writing test scripts for work, and I needed a fake name to fill in a particular field. I picked a fairly innocuous name, familiar to me and many of you, but not to most people. I moved on. Today, I was helping out on that project again, setting up the test data and tweaking some of the scripts. I got to that field and asked the guy who took it over from me what name to use (having completely forgotten what I’d chosen weeks ago). He told me, and I laughed, thrilled with myself for setting it up that way so I could have a private little geeky giggle. Yay me! The name? Harriet Jones. (No room in the application for a title, sadly.)
It went a long way towards making my 4:15 wake-up call (to get to Baltimore today) bearable. Not all the way bearable, but closer.