A Post Of Food Complaints

As it turned out, American Airlines does not serve food or even have food for purchase on the flight to LA. I was in the lounge before the flight, but it didn’t even occur to me to take an apple on board – I was absolutely sure I could purchase something during the flight. It turned out that the only thing I could purchase was alcohol, chips and almonds!

With the flight delay, and the time it takes to get from LAX to Pasadena, it was 8-30 PM local time when i got to the hotel, so it was already 10-30 PM CT, and I didn’t want to go to the restaurant, all I wanted was to go to bed.

I woke up at 3 AM (5 AM CT), and forced myself to sleep for a little bit more. I didn’t want to switch to PT time because it was for three days only, and Sunday is Daylight Saving Time switch, and my flight is very early, so it didn’t make much sense. However, breakfast at hotel started at 6-30AM, and I needed to survive until that. I grabbed some snacks in the 24 -hour self-service shop on the hotel;s first floor, and there was coffee in the room, but still…

On top of that, the hotel breakfast was mediocre at most. When I see “breakfast included” I assume there will be breakfast buffet, but instead, I was given vouchers for each of the days, and the only thing you could get on this voucher was your choice of eggs (sramble, fried, sunny side) with your choice of toast and coffee or tea. That’t it. I asked for cappuccino, and they said “it was not included.” I said that I could pay for it, they said:OK, and in ten minutes, they brought me regular coffee. 🤷🏻‍♀️

There is no food served at the Expo; the talks start at 10 AM local time, which meant noon for mw, and a lunch break (when you needed to go and find your lunch) was from 1-30 to 2-30 PM! The Starbucks in the building helped,but overall, I don’t know what to say! Let’s just say that the first day, and the whole stay was very food-challening!

If You Ever Lived In Chicago…

I met many new people at the conference, including two people who currently live in Chicago and one who lived in Chicago before. When I said that I live in Chicago, all of them immediately asked the follow-up question: Where in Chicago? To which I proudly replied: Rogers Park.

There is probably nothing to be especially proud of or make a big deal of, but I love how much Chicago neighborhoods define us! I love how many questions are answered by this one reply: I am from Rogers Park, that’s my neighborhood!

And while we are on the topic of Chicago, I shamelessly promoted the city to the international conference participants, so I hope more international speakers will come to us in the future!

Having Fun At SCaLE!

For The First Time!

I have had my Christmas cookies returned to me a couple of times, either from US customs, or because I didn’t provide the recipient’s phone number to call, or, once, because of an address change about which I didn’t know. But there was never anything like that!

I sent a box to Prague (for the first time), and it arrived more or less on time, but then it stuck in the customs clearance and didn’t move. My friend, who was the gift recipient, tried to find out what was happening, but with no luck. It turned out that they sent the box back to me, and it arrived last Saturday.

It so happened that my friend was attending the same conference, and I asked her whether she wanted me to bring the parcel along. I decided to keep it sealed so that we could open the box together and see what have survived.

I could never imagine the picture I saw! Each cookie was unwrapped, and most of them were broken into smaller pieces as if the customs were trying to find something inside. Then, they threw all the wrapping back into the box and sealed it!

I would never believe it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes!

And Flying Again!

This time, to Pasadena for a conference. The American Airlines lounge at Terminal 3 now feels like home – I’ve been there so many times, that I have “my” spot.

The flight was showing on time, and I could not believe it! Still, the boarding was announced, and I hurried to the gate.

Guess what? We all got in, and then the captain announced: in case you didn’t notice, it started to snow, so now we need to go through de-icing, and it’s a long line ahead of us, so will will be here for at least 30 minutes.

It ended up being an hour. Well, I should say – only an hour!

The Eighth Grade and Specialized Schools

Although we didn’t have a formal distinction between grade, middle, and high school (as I mentioned earlier, in most cases, it was one establishment, and all grades were located in one building), finishing the eighth grade had some special meaning. We had formal exams after the eighth grade (Composition, Russian Grammar, Algebra, and Geometry), and we were given a diploma for “Graduating from the Eighth grade.”

Those who had poor grades (what exactly “poor” meant was relative) could not continue with the “upper grades” and were sent to “professional schools” (i.e., vocational schools) to complete their educations. They had to study for three years instead of two and, theoretically, would receive the same instructions in all subjects plus learn some vocation, and then theoretically, they could either go to work in the field they were trained or could try to apply to college. In addition, there was a very limited number of specialized schools, which were much more like High Schools in the US: they had only the 9th and the 10th grades and were focused on in-depth learning of some subjects.

The trick was, however, that the school I attended was already “specialized” because we were taught English starting from the second grade, and by the eighth grade, we had English lessons every day of the week. Education was free, but we had “to pay it off.”

Everyone who had good grades in English was required to attend the tour guide courses in the “House of Friendship.” The course was designed for three years, and by the time of high school graduation, the students were certified tour guides for the city tours (year one), several major museum tours (year two), and the tours of the summer tzar palaces (year three).

I didn’t want to attend these courses. At the beginning of the eighth grade, I already attended the Youth Math School twice a week and a stage reading studio (I forgot once or twice a week), and I started to entertain the idea of going to a specialized math school after the eighth grade. Fortunately, there was one more option: instead of the House of Friendship, I could attend the tour guide courses at the Hermitage Museum, a one-year program. This program was still done through the school, and even now, I am unsure to what extent it was another “spy school.” However, that was a very fun time, and I am exceptionally glad I had this opportunity.

We met once a week (and I had a special free pass to the Hermitage Museum). We spent two hours with an extraordinary museum curator, Ludmila Voronikhina (who was, indeed, related to a famous architect, Voronikhin). Each time, she took us for a tour (in English) to cover one of the museum collections. We learned a great deal about art and artists and about the history of the Hermitage, and we learned all artistic terms in English. I was an art lover even before that, but these lectures gave me a world of knowledge and even deeper arts appreciation.

We were not required to have a formal exam at the end of this course. Instead, Ludmila Voronikhina asked each of us to choose the topic we would like to cover. During the last several meetings of the school year, the two hours were divided between our mini-tours, and she kept teaching us about Matisse and Picasso.

Since I was in ultimate and unconditional love with Leonardo da Vinci, I chose the tour of two Leonardo’s Madonnas, and I still can talk about each of them for at least twenty minutes!

However, as much as I enjoyed this course, my heart was increasingly with math. The most important change that happened when I was in the eighth grade was that the Youth Math School classes were moved from the University to three specialized schools (they were still taught by University students). That’s how I found myself entering the building of School Number 30 for the first time.

To be continued

My historical posts are being published in random order. Please refer to the page Hettie’s timeline to find where exactly each post belongs and what was before and after.

One More Note

One more note about this eye surgery and how it differed from the previous ones: although the surgeon told me it would be “more serious” than the initial cataract surgery, it didn’t feel this way. Two days after the surgery, I already felt like a normal person, and when, a week later, I was allowed to go completely “back to normal,” it was surprising and exciting but totally expected. I felt like that!

Last time, I felt like my whole body was negatively affected, I felt as if I got older, and I looked older, and I do not feel like that this time!

(Not to mention that this procedure costs literally three times less than the first one, and that’s without inflation adjustment. I was able to cover it entirely from my FSA)

Other Things That Keep Me Busy

Work is nonstop, but I also have almost as much (if not more) going on with my Postgres Community activities (and what’s not). The things that are falling apart are so many that I do not want to talk about them. If I didn’t receive some positive signals from the Universe, I would assume that the Universe is telling me to give up on half of the things I am doing.

On the talk preparation side, I had to prepare three different versions of my security talk: a forty-minute talk for PG Day Chicago, a twenty-minute talk for Lighting Talks at the office, and a five-minute talk for DevOpsDay Chicago.

The last one was the most difficult and took more time than the other two combined. The problem was not even five minutes, but other requirements. Usually, I plan one slide per minute, and I know that this averages correctly. However, at this event, they requested twenty slides for a five-minute talk, and they will automatically advance a slide every 15 seconds!

I never had to do anything like that! At first, it seemed like an impossible task. Also, I was not allowed to use animation; it had to be twenty slides, not twenty clicks. I had to learn how to set up a slide show and rehearsed multiple times, each time making changes to the slides. It sounds unbelievable how much I worried about this five minutes! However, that’s the first time I was invited to talk at the DevOpsDay, and my goal is to spark interest and to make sure people approach me and talk with me after the presentation. That means the presentation has to be flawless.

I finished it last night and submitted the slides to the conference, and only then I realized how much it bothered me! I am leaving to Pasadena tomorrow, and it feels like a 40-minute talk on a different topic in front of a very large audience is less stressful 🙂

Last Week In Review

I had some events to attend every day of that week, plus trying to get six hours of sleep every day (hopeless), plus everything else.

Out of the six cultural events I attended last week, one was “above categorization” (the screening of the “20 Days in Mariupol), two were in the category “OK, but I won’t lose much if I didn’t attend,” and three were great.

The two were “The Fat Ham” in Goodman

and “Clue” at the CIBC theater.

The audience was ecstatic at both shows, so I guess I should attribute my ambivalence to “I am not in the mood for “just funny” things” these days.

The ones I loved.

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