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        <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 13:07:00 GMT</pubDate>
        <title>trouble in paradise?</title>
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        <description>&lt;p&gt; At work yesterday, I got into this drawn out argument with my boss about an API that I had designed (and implemented).  It was a respectful argument and in the end I think we came to a compromise that we were both mildly happy with.  It is a funny thing because this one little function call seemed pretty uncontroversial when I wrote it, but it has somehow managed to draw the most criticism (Gordon suggested a change which didn’t get made weeks ago).&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; I hate arguing with people because whenever I look back on arguments I see how I was either too zealous in arguing my point, or give in too easily.  On Friday I was arguing with Kim about macro lenses.  Short version is that I made an assertion that, while true if explained correctly, I didn’t feel like arguing the point.  That feels like every argument (read: every conversation) that I have with her, as she is totally unable to see my perspective, as a result I sort of intensely dislike her.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; Yesterday was also Russian and I was going to bring my computer with me so that I could go to Potts Point after class instead of home (Potts Point is closer).  Only when I left work I realised my computer wasn’t in my backpack and I panicked.  I remembered closing the lid to my computer so that it would go to sleep, but I couldn’t remember if I had actually put it in my backpack.  The only time I hadn’t had my backpack with me was when I left it at work briefly to go to the bathroom and if it had been stolen that would have meant it would have been someone at work.  I was relieved when I got home and it was sitting in its place, asleep, but unmoved.  I felt weird that I could have thought that someone at work could have taken it, because it is a smal company and everyone knows everyone (not that people don’t steel in those situations, but it is somehow worse when they do?).&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; I usually make it a rule not to get to close to my co-workers.  I was hoping this might be an exception, but days like yesterday remind me that there are reasons that I have those rules.  Nothing really terrible happened (in the end), but events leave me vaguely uneasy.&lt;/p&gt;
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