Friday, June 29, 2001
Wednesday, June 27, 2001
That was then...
Now that I am an adult and have to work through the summer, sit in traffic in blazing heat and wonder to myself, "When, oh when will football season start again?" (Because, really... let's face it - football is one of the few sports that as exciting to watch on TV as it is in person. And football = cold. I like cold...)
I probably wouldn't be complaining quite so much if the dress code here at work were a little more casual. No shorts. No sandals. No T-shirts... that's 80% of my wardrobe, out the window. I wouldn't mind so much if it just weren't so damn hot out.
Tuesday, June 26, 2001
Monday, June 25, 2001
In other news...
The cold lingers. Eight days and going strong. Maybe Brenda will get her wish after all for my rough deep voice...
Friday, June 22, 2001
I'm never going to shake hands with anyone here at work, ever again! Every time I go into the bathroom, I see someone from my company use the toilet, flush and walk out the door... Everyone! From the CEO, down... no one washes their hands after fiddling with their junk - and it grosses me out to no end.
Actually, it isn't everyone. The geeks - the programmers and development and QA people I trust. But people from marketing, sales, etc. just stay away from me, please!
Even with the Met's dismal performance (they were losing 9-3 when we left in the 7th) and the dismal weather (rained all day off and on, right up until game time) it was a nice time. The food was excellent, we got free balls and they even got a few players up into the skybox to sign them! That was pretty cool...
Thursday, June 21, 2001
"Yeah, you don't sound quite so wimpy"
Gee! thanks, honey!
The cold persists. I am feeling a bit better even though my voice is almost and octave lower and feels like sandpaper & glue...
Wednesday, June 20, 2001
My voice is really, really rough sounding at the moment - like I've smoked cigars for 20 years and my throat feels like someone's taken sandpaper to it.
[groan, groan groan...]
I really am nothing but a big baby when I get sick. In spite of this fact, I've actually been rather productive here at work. Added a new section to the Intranet, finished the formatting for the soon to be launched extranet, made some changes to the site... But as the afternoon drags on I feel less and less productive.
But out my lethargic state came a pretty good idea for a new kind of site. I am thinking of asking two other people (designers, webby type people) to join me in a free-flowing kind of thing. A basic k10K rip-off with a scrolling news section, desktops, brief bios of the three of us, cams maybe... But the choice of people is what would make it interesting. You see sites run by like-minded people all the time - why not one where the people involved are very, very different from each other.
Tuesday, June 19, 2001
Monday, June 18, 2001
I am an idiot...
I was (like the idiot I am) playing on my computer during a thunderstorm. I know better than this. I should have shut down, unplugged everything and read a book. But no, I was in the grip of playing Panzer General II, giving the Brits and Americans hell when everything went black. When the lights came back on I was minus 1 CD Drive and 1 modem. I was able to get the CD working again, but my modem is fried.
...I am an idoit.
Wednesday, June 13, 2001
Do each of these at least once a week, repeat as needed:
- Go to the library. You're never so old that you can't be more informed or more well read.
- Take a walk in the woods.
- Take the long way home when you drive - repetition is a bad, bad thing
- Go to church, sing, pray. Repeat the the former two each day.
- Turn off your TV/computer/stereo/console game/etc. for a while - be analog (good time to crack open that book from the library, no?)
- Cook, if you don't normally do the cooking at home or let someone else cook for you if you normally do the cooking
- Pick wild flowers and give them to someone sweet.
- Resist the urge. Doesn't matter what it is, resist it.
- Skip wearing a watch for the day. (I never wear one...)
- Write your own damn list...
I could go on... if you have some good ones, let me know.
Monday, June 11, 2001
Saturday, June 9, 2001
I've been having me treat me for a root canal and seems to be taking an eternity to finish. Every time I go in for more work it's always a temporary filling, a post, cleaning out more nerve material... It seems like it will never end. All of the nerve material is out of the tooth, so he no longer uses novacaine on me. It's a weird sensation - to feel him drilling and be aware of the vibration of it without being numb. All I can think of is that movie with Dustin Hoffman and Lawrence Olivier where he's drilling away and Dustin Hoffman is in agony...
Tuesday, June 5, 2001
The reason that I am unhappy is because I am not challenged at work. I'm never really presented with anything new or exciting - and I think that this is the fate of a designer who doesn't work in an agency or as a freelancer. Day in and day out looking at the (I really have to admit) butt-ugly site that someone else designed and I am stuck doing what boils down to maintainence work. It's extremely disheartening.