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  <subtitle>Your Home For Snappy Repartee</subtitle>
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    <name>應龍</name>
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      <issued>2006-01-19T11:19:00</issued>
      <title>Farewell Lunch</title>
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      <content type="html">My farewell lunch at The Company was surprisingly pleasant.  Pretty much everyone from
the department showed up, except for my manager, but that was good because it gave
Greg the opportunity to do impressions of him.  There were even a few people from
greater EDA who came, that I've gotten to know over the years.
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When we were walking back to the building after lunch, people had bunched up into
smaller sub groups, and I noticed that because of my pace I was sort of between
groups, off by myself. I thought to myself: here I am the guest of honor and my
anti-social tendencies have still taken over.
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As I type this I just realized that I forgot to have Adil invite that cute Indian
girl (the one that always seems to smile at me) to my farewell lunch.</content>
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      <issued>2005-01-28T15:53:00</issued>
      <title>Greg</title>
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      <content type="html">Yet another in my series of critiques of my coworkers.
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Greg is a true asset to the timing team.  He is an excellent programmer, and unlike me, he understands the core timing and EDA infrastructure well.  He agreed to debug a problem that we were having last night.  In this business people draw up boundaries, assign blame and are rarely willing to help.  Greg in sharp contrast gets in, gets his hands dirty, and has a positive upbeat attitude with a slight sardonic overtone (he likes to mimic his coworkers).  I went home at like 8:30pm, seeing that there was no more than I could do.  When I got into work today I found out that Greg and Alex had solved the problem (which, to my surprise actually wasn't in my code after all).  I called Greg with the cover story that I was finding out what I needed to run with the fix (although I already knew), but really with the intent of thanking him for his hard work.  To which he responded: don't mention it; that was a fun one.
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&lt;B&gt;Update&lt;/B&gt;: &lt;A HREF=http://www.wdlabs.com/twilight/040526.1752.epl&gt;This entry&lt;/A&gt; was about Greg as a cricket fan.</content>
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