So I find myself all over the Internet these days, blogging, tweeting, facebooking (is that a word yet?) and while I find it satisfying I also find I am missing out on one of the major attractions to this whole online personality game. The anonymity. Everyone who reads my rambling knows who I am. For the most part this is fine, and let's be frank here folks, there is not a lot of you out there. But there are most definitely rants I have and things I want to shout out into the universe that I could not have any of you know. There are the private thoughts that need to escape or you might explode. The 140 character version of PostSecret. It's what the damn Internet was made for.
But to do this I would have to go and create a whole new set of twitter accounts and neglected blog addresses under an alter ego, and I would have to work at actually keeping it alter. I'm not sure I can remember that many passwords. I'm not sure I can be that creative.
So I guess for now I'll just keep screaming these things inside my head. It's not as fun, but it is sort of working for the time being. And if I do get around to creating another me, I promise I won't tell you about it.
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Friday, August 14, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Welcome to my Office
A Typical Office Interaction
Brought to you by JJ
The Corporation that brought you Jaded and Tired of My Job
(All conversations slightly modified to get across the true sentiment of speaker and listener)
Because it's not really there unless you print it
Tuesday, 10:45 AM: Supervisor approaches my desk after a meeting, waving piece of paper in my general direction and says "I found this on the server, but I don't really know where, man is that thing disorganized! Too bad I don't' actually have any constructive ideas on how to fix it, maybe stating it repeatedly will clean it up...but anyway, here is something that was started by someone at some point and you should use this to update the process we talked about."
Supervisor continues to wave printed out piece of paper at me as though through the magic of seeing the paper I will psychically know what and where this document can be found. I start to think (yes, not even start to ask, but start to think) of asking, "Couldn't you have emailed me a link to where that was?" but think better of it since engaging the beast for longer than necessary will surely flare up either my ulcers or my hankering for a cold stiff drink.
I instead say "Okay, I'll do that" offering no further engagement to paper waving supervisor. Supervisor stands for just as many moments as it takes to be socially awkward and then shuffles back to office to probably print more random things found throughout the mystery that is our server.
I go back to listening to Pandora and think about finding that document but instead start blogging while all the time thinking, yes, this is my life.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Trust me, it's worth the 7 minutes
I just discovered Wil Wheaton's blog, WWdN: In Exile, and I'm loving it. And I'm loving that I found it from a tweet from Neil Gaiman on Twitter. Ah, technology how I love thee. I've been surfing back through some of Wil's posts and had come across this, hit play and then kept reading. It's beautiful. Hit play and sit back and just listen. Her name is Zoe Keating and this is her website.
Taken directly from Mr. Wheaton himself.....
"See that MacBook next to her? She uses that to sample herself several times to build a rhythm, and then she plays over it, like a one-woman string quartet. Or quintet. Or awesometet. I didn't realize this the first time I heard her; I just thought her music was haunting and beautiful, but once I knew what she was doing, I was awestruck. In fact, knowing how she does it, I defy you to listen to it again and keep your jaw off the floor."
Taken directly from Mr. Wheaton himself.....
"See that MacBook next to her? She uses that to sample herself several times to build a rhythm, and then she plays over it, like a one-woman string quartet. Or quintet. Or awesometet. I didn't realize this the first time I heard her; I just thought her music was haunting and beautiful, but once I knew what she was doing, I was awestruck. In fact, knowing how she does it, I defy you to listen to it again and keep your jaw off the floor."
Friday, November 14, 2008
Boyfriend?
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v1.1) defines "boyfriend" as...
1) a frequent or favorite male companion; beau.
2) a male friend.
3) a male lover.
while supposedly American Heritage Dictionary (though the info was on the same site) defines it as...
1) A favored male companion or sweetheart.
2) A male friend.
Whatever the definition is, I think I may have somehow gotten one. I know, I know, I write this as though I randomly found a $2 lottery ticket, or picked up ringworm, sorry it's just still a little weird.
I am terrible at labeling my interactions with people and usually avoid it at all costs. I don't need to know that you are my "boyfriend" to have sex with you. I just need to know that you are not having sex with lots of other random people. Or if you are, that we both know it and are cool with it. And, on a side note, though I'm not sure it's your business or you even care, since there is no actual sex in this story yet I don't see why all this freaking matters. However, it has been pointed out to me that apparently this living a non-labeled existence makes other people slightly insecure. Whatever. So in order to be a better, more caring person, I have been trying out the term. Ironically though, if you behave like a teenager I then apparently follow suit, because I am lightly using the term with everyone but the actual boy. (insert exasperated sigh here).
Seriously. Is this stuff always this complicated/ridiculous?
But to be fair to the internet world I figured I should at least share a bit of what is going on. Met boy. Like boy. Spending quite a bit of time with boy. Boy seems to like me. In fact, boy tells me this almost all the time. This is good. That is where we are at.
However, as with all things dramalicious, it doesn't even come close to ending there. As this is 2008 the internet has of course infected my social interactions. It started with MySpace. I had a MySpace page a long time ago and abandoned it quickly after discovering the interface sucked. Since then I have become a dedicated Facebook addict. The boy though is still a MySpace user, so I booted back up the old page, updated it, and actually started blogging on it. But since he is the only one I think reading it the posts are pretty much centered around him or things we do. Mostly I do this to amuse him and to share with him things I want to say but can't figure out in actual conversation.
Then his roommate built a fan page for him on FB. So of course, I had to go and become a fan of his. It seemed only fair. On his fan page is a link to his Twitter account. And here is where the downward spiral begins. I am also on Twitter but use it only rarely (though I'm trying to update it more now). So I decided not to follow him publicly and instead type the feed directly in my toolbar so that I can keep up with his not so innermost thoughts without him knowing. Sound dangerous yet? Just wait.
Introduce into the situation a friend of his, we'll call Jane. There is a long, convoluted story about why I think that I don't like Jane and why I think she may be trying to date my new boyfriend (wow it even feels weird to type) but I will keep that for in person story telling time. Lets just say I have a pretty strong gut instinct that this girl is no good.
So the other day I decide to see who is a follower of his Twitter feed and lo and behold there is her mug shot smirking out at me. Obviously the next step is to then go see what she has to say, right? Well even if you think that is not the logical next step, that is where this story takes us. And to make it even more ridiculous, I decide to page back through the history to the night when all these untrusting feelings about her started and begin to try and dissect her updates. Way over analyzing. I know. I still freaking did it. And know I'm stuck with the knowledge in my head. Though to be fair it isn't even actual knowledge. It's fucking Twitter updates.
But in the end all that really matters is I met a boy. We went to the zoo. We are spending Thanksgiving together with friends. I like this boy. This boy likes me. Life is good.
1) a frequent or favorite male companion; beau.
2) a male friend.
3) a male lover.
while supposedly American Heritage Dictionary (though the info was on the same site) defines it as...
1) A favored male companion or sweetheart.
2) A male friend.
Whatever the definition is, I think I may have somehow gotten one. I know, I know, I write this as though I randomly found a $2 lottery ticket, or picked up ringworm, sorry it's just still a little weird.
I am terrible at labeling my interactions with people and usually avoid it at all costs. I don't need to know that you are my "boyfriend" to have sex with you. I just need to know that you are not having sex with lots of other random people. Or if you are, that we both know it and are cool with it. And, on a side note, though I'm not sure it's your business or you even care, since there is no actual sex in this story yet I don't see why all this freaking matters. However, it has been pointed out to me that apparently this living a non-labeled existence makes other people slightly insecure. Whatever. So in order to be a better, more caring person, I have been trying out the term. Ironically though, if you behave like a teenager I then apparently follow suit, because I am lightly using the term with everyone but the actual boy. (insert exasperated sigh here).
Seriously. Is this stuff always this complicated/ridiculous?
But to be fair to the internet world I figured I should at least share a bit of what is going on. Met boy. Like boy. Spending quite a bit of time with boy. Boy seems to like me. In fact, boy tells me this almost all the time. This is good. That is where we are at.
However, as with all things dramalicious, it doesn't even come close to ending there. As this is 2008 the internet has of course infected my social interactions. It started with MySpace. I had a MySpace page a long time ago and abandoned it quickly after discovering the interface sucked. Since then I have become a dedicated Facebook addict. The boy though is still a MySpace user, so I booted back up the old page, updated it, and actually started blogging on it. But since he is the only one I think reading it the posts are pretty much centered around him or things we do. Mostly I do this to amuse him and to share with him things I want to say but can't figure out in actual conversation.
Then his roommate built a fan page for him on FB. So of course, I had to go and become a fan of his. It seemed only fair. On his fan page is a link to his Twitter account. And here is where the downward spiral begins. I am also on Twitter but use it only rarely (though I'm trying to update it more now). So I decided not to follow him publicly and instead type the feed directly in my toolbar so that I can keep up with his not so innermost thoughts without him knowing. Sound dangerous yet? Just wait.
Introduce into the situation a friend of his, we'll call Jane. There is a long, convoluted story about why I think that I don't like Jane and why I think she may be trying to date my new boyfriend (wow it even feels weird to type) but I will keep that for in person story telling time. Lets just say I have a pretty strong gut instinct that this girl is no good.
So the other day I decide to see who is a follower of his Twitter feed and lo and behold there is her mug shot smirking out at me. Obviously the next step is to then go see what she has to say, right? Well even if you think that is not the logical next step, that is where this story takes us. And to make it even more ridiculous, I decide to page back through the history to the night when all these untrusting feelings about her started and begin to try and dissect her updates. Way over analyzing. I know. I still freaking did it. And know I'm stuck with the knowledge in my head. Though to be fair it isn't even actual knowledge. It's fucking Twitter updates.
But in the end all that really matters is I met a boy. We went to the zoo. We are spending Thanksgiving together with friends. I like this boy. This boy likes me. Life is good.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wordle
I am such a thief. I get my best ideas from my other blogging friends. I even might try and steal this one and incorporate it into my work somehow. I got this one from here. You can make your own here. This one I made from the really, really long draft post I have going of all the books I've read in 2008 (which I may have to post at the sixth month mark so it doesn't become it's own novel.)
Enjoy as I head back to work.
Enjoy as I head back to work.
Tiny version that links to one in gallery...
Monday, June 16, 2008
This blog, yep this one right here.
I'm not sure I like my blog. Now, don't get me wrong - I love the ability to spout random nothingness into cyberspace and have a small consort of regular readers out there chime in with thoughts and take aways every now and then. But there are a few facets of this set up that I'm not all together keen on. First is my apparent schizophrenia when choosing a theme. I mean come on - JJ's world, brought to you by Gradual Instant via windycityreader domain? That might just be one too many personalities for me to harbor each day. The domain I dig, and the author name I like, so I think it's the blog title that is going to have to go...just as soon as I can come up with something more creative (suggestions welcome and happily accepted in the comments section).
Second - the blogger template. I didn't do a lot of research before I switched over to Blogger. I was failing miserably at my other blogging attempts (first geocities, then myspace) and I think the most I did was say "Hey, I know some people with a (dot) blogspot address, I'll sign up there too!" And viola - here I am. Once I created a google account, there might have been 15 or so minutes spent on picking a template (read color scheme) and then I was off and typing. But now whenever my trains of thought get longer than about 2 cars worth I begin to feel like I ought to offer finger insurance for the hand cramp that will inevitably strike as you roller ball your way down the page. In plainer English - the text box is just too damn narrow. And as far as I can tell, there is no way to remedy that. Can I pick a whole new template and have it save all these glorious posts? I've yet to try and figure that out yet so instead I'll just continue to harbor dread that my readers will abandon me from finger fatigue. Mostly because I find it way more fun to type "finger fatigue" than to look at new templates.
And finally - on a note not at all connected to my dissatisfaction with JJ's world - I know somebody that knows somebody that knows Pete fucking FOB Wentz. Not only does my somebody know somebody, she knows his fucking mother. How was this information not previously shared? Not that I would probably know Pete if I ran smack into him on the street - but it is at least a name that even buried in my world of books I can recognize. Le sigh. If an invitation to the reception opens up you'd better call me. You know who you are. :)
Second - the blogger template. I didn't do a lot of research before I switched over to Blogger. I was failing miserably at my other blogging attempts (first geocities, then myspace) and I think the most I did was say "Hey, I know some people with a (dot) blogspot address, I'll sign up there too!" And viola - here I am. Once I created a google account, there might have been 15 or so minutes spent on picking a template (read color scheme) and then I was off and typing. But now whenever my trains of thought get longer than about 2 cars worth I begin to feel like I ought to offer finger insurance for the hand cramp that will inevitably strike as you roller ball your way down the page. In plainer English - the text box is just too damn narrow. And as far as I can tell, there is no way to remedy that. Can I pick a whole new template and have it save all these glorious posts? I've yet to try and figure that out yet so instead I'll just continue to harbor dread that my readers will abandon me from finger fatigue. Mostly because I find it way more fun to type "finger fatigue" than to look at new templates.
And finally - on a note not at all connected to my dissatisfaction with JJ's world - I know somebody that knows somebody that knows Pete fucking FOB Wentz. Not only does my somebody know somebody, she knows his fucking mother. How was this information not previously shared? Not that I would probably know Pete if I ran smack into him on the street - but it is at least a name that even buried in my world of books I can recognize. Le sigh. If an invitation to the reception opens up you'd better call me. You know who you are. :)
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
It's only funny because now it's summer
Once again stolen from the archives of "Overheard" I bring you....
But, More Importantly, Why Is Your Subway Outside?
Guy with luggage: What's the temperature tonight?
Guy without luggage: Two.
Guy with luggage: Two? Two! Why the fuck do people live here!?
Brown Line
Chicago, Illinois
via Overheard Everywhere, Jun 6, 2008
But, More Importantly, Why Is Your Subway Outside?
Guy with luggage: What's the temperature tonight?
Guy without luggage: Two.
Guy with luggage: Two? Two! Why the fuck do people live here!?
Brown Line
Chicago, Illinois
via Overheard Everywhere, Jun 6, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Flickr Meme
I got the idea from my friends blog over here and thought I'd give it a try. Fun stuff. Thanks Rob.
The questions:
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favourite food? right now?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favourite colour?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. What is your favourite drink?
7. What is your dream vacation?
8. What is your favourite dessert?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. What is one word that describes you?
12. What is your Flickr name? (I had to cheat a bit on this one because my Flickr name didn't pull anything so I shortened and got some random ass photos)
The Concept:
1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
2. Using only the first page of results, pick one image.
3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into Big Huge Lab’s Mosaic Maker to create a mosaic of the picture answers.
1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
2. Using only the first page of results, pick one image.
3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into Big Huge Lab’s Mosaic Maker to create a mosaic of the picture answers.
The questions:
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favourite food? right now?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favourite colour?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. What is your favourite drink?
7. What is your dream vacation?
8. What is your favourite dessert?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. What is one word that describes you?
12. What is your Flickr name? (I had to cheat a bit on this one because my Flickr name didn't pull anything so I shortened and got some random ass photos)
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Overheard
Taken from Overheard in New York...
Ah, the Buckeye State
Brooklyn family court employee: What's your daughter's name?
Mother: Chicago.
Brooklyn family court employee: Like the state?
Mother: Yes.
--Brooklyn Family Court
Ah, the Buckeye State
Brooklyn family court employee: What's your daughter's name?
Mother: Chicago.
Brooklyn family court employee: Like the state?
Mother: Yes.
--Brooklyn Family Court
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Train evacuations and weddings
This morning at the Armitage stop (for those not in Chicago, this is not really anywhere near enough to my work for me to walk from) my train was evacuated. First it was stopped and after a few minutes we got the "sick passenger" announcement. Then a few moments later we were all asked to leave the train. 7:55 on the brown line meant a full ass train emptied out on to the platform. Eventually they rolled the train back so another train could get by (which was way too full to even try and squeeze on) but in the mean time I stood on the platform with this immense crowd as a red line train pulled by on the outer track. The red line was possibly even more crowded than the train I just stepped off and as it pulled by it stopped right across from me. It was like animals in a zoo...on both sides. We just stared at each other, separated by glass, wind and 10 feet of electric track, trapped in our own worlds dangerously overlapping the worlds of those around us. Eventually my (now empty) train took care of getting the passenger to the paramedics and rolled back up to let us all back on. Ironically I ended up in the same seat, with the same guy next to me and the same guy standing in the corner, like this weird 20 minutes or so had never happened.
Two weekends ago (sorry no transition, just follow the random jump) I went to Oregon to see a dear friend I haven't seen since my move to the windy city in the summer of 2006. To make a long story short her and her fiance decided to get married while I was there. It was absolutely amazing. I can now add "Ability to plan and execute wedding in under 72 hours" to my resume. And while they did the deed in the local courthouse this was no jeans and t-shirt affair. Full blown gown for the bride, tux for the groom, and maid of honor dress for me. The best part? Two hours later we are all kicked back in jeans having Chinese for lunch. Pics courtesy of the happy couple can be found here and if you want the full crazy detail you can check out mine here (but beware, I took a ton!). It was by far the best wedding I have ever been to (sorry to anyone else's I may have attended) mostly because it was my first real close friend to get married and I got to be an intimate part of it. I still think Vegas is in my future if I decide to take that trek (and of course find someone to take it with!) but if I can't do that, I might have to steal their style.
Last weekend I spent some good old fashioned me time holed up on my couch watching more college ball than was probably necessary. For Easter I ate girl scout cookies. It was fantastic. The Stanford/Marquette game was a nail biter and I can't wait to do it all again this weekend, though this time I might have to get down to the Rail for some brunch and bball action - CBS is starting to tick me off and they have at least half a dozen tvs for my viewing entertainment.
For anyone who still hasn't heard the internet boy date saga let me provide the final update/summary. Sent anonymous missed connection about boy I was interested in. Got busted when said boy actually found the post. Set up date. Had date. Date lasted 16 hours (get your mind out of the gutter, it was actually quite PG...okay maybe PG-13), awkward morning actually went better than expected, had hope for future interactions. Waited for phone call. Phone didn't ring. I called after 4 days and left obligatory "Had good time, hope you did to, we should do it again some time" message. Ran into boy at bar later that night (while with another friend). Had slightly inebriated conversation while outside that consisted of him relaying pretty much all the classic not interested lines in the book, "I have to work, going to parents, I'll call you". Spent some time being bummed, wondering what went wrong, what I did wrong, etc. Got over it and working towards moving on. Tallying it under entertaining stories for later in life.
(Another random jump) Currently listening to Sara Bareilles thanks to Tim and Yael Naim thanks to the damn mac book air commercial. And that's my update for tonight, work is getting back into crazy busy for me so that's why my blogging has been a bit slow (and that whole planning and executing a wedding thing was pretty exhausting). I'll try to do more at home till it gets warm enough to be outside.
Two weekends ago (sorry no transition, just follow the random jump) I went to Oregon to see a dear friend I haven't seen since my move to the windy city in the summer of 2006. To make a long story short her and her fiance decided to get married while I was there. It was absolutely amazing. I can now add "Ability to plan and execute wedding in under 72 hours" to my resume. And while they did the deed in the local courthouse this was no jeans and t-shirt affair. Full blown gown for the bride, tux for the groom, and maid of honor dress for me. The best part? Two hours later we are all kicked back in jeans having Chinese for lunch. Pics courtesy of the happy couple can be found here and if you want the full crazy detail you can check out mine here (but beware, I took a ton!). It was by far the best wedding I have ever been to (sorry to anyone else's I may have attended) mostly because it was my first real close friend to get married and I got to be an intimate part of it. I still think Vegas is in my future if I decide to take that trek (and of course find someone to take it with!) but if I can't do that, I might have to steal their style.
Last weekend I spent some good old fashioned me time holed up on my couch watching more college ball than was probably necessary. For Easter I ate girl scout cookies. It was fantastic. The Stanford/Marquette game was a nail biter and I can't wait to do it all again this weekend, though this time I might have to get down to the Rail for some brunch and bball action - CBS is starting to tick me off and they have at least half a dozen tvs for my viewing entertainment.
For anyone who still hasn't heard the internet boy date saga let me provide the final update/summary. Sent anonymous missed connection about boy I was interested in. Got busted when said boy actually found the post. Set up date. Had date. Date lasted 16 hours (get your mind out of the gutter, it was actually quite PG...okay maybe PG-13), awkward morning actually went better than expected, had hope for future interactions. Waited for phone call. Phone didn't ring. I called after 4 days and left obligatory "Had good time, hope you did to, we should do it again some time" message. Ran into boy at bar later that night (while with another friend). Had slightly inebriated conversation while outside that consisted of him relaying pretty much all the classic not interested lines in the book, "I have to work, going to parents, I'll call you". Spent some time being bummed, wondering what went wrong, what I did wrong, etc. Got over it and working towards moving on. Tallying it under entertaining stories for later in life.
(Another random jump) Currently listening to Sara Bareilles thanks to Tim and Yael Naim thanks to the damn mac book air commercial. And that's my update for tonight, work is getting back into crazy busy for me so that's why my blogging has been a bit slow (and that whole planning and executing a wedding thing was pretty exhausting). I'll try to do more at home till it gets warm enough to be outside.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Where to Reply??
I have a question for my readers and fellow bloggers out there - what is the standard etiquette when it comes to responding to posts on my own blog? See many of you leave great, wonderful comments that inspire me to follow up with you, begin a 2 or 3 part exchange in conversation, but I am unsure what forum to use for this. Do I
A) write you an email?
or
B) post a message back in my own comment section for other readers to view as well?
Most of you are more experienced at this, or at least probably have an opinion on the matter. Please help me out and let me know so that I don't feel like I am abandoning or ingoring readers!
Thanks.
A) write you an email?
or
B) post a message back in my own comment section for other readers to view as well?
Most of you are more experienced at this, or at least probably have an opinion on the matter. Please help me out and let me know so that I don't feel like I am abandoning or ingoring readers!
Thanks.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Pictures....and really that's all.
Things are rocking along in the windy city for me these days. I'm still rocketing through books, though I did slow down a bit this past week and will probably increase the decrease over the next two weeks. Work meanwhile is speeding up which makes the days full and often quick, but alas leaves little time for blogging. So today I will leave you with the charming visual of the i-Google desktops I see each day since I changed over to the large lizard monster thingy (if you click on the individual pic you can see the screen size version)....they are fantastic, Enjoy!
Friday, January 11, 2008
What Have You Read Lately?
I am a ridiculous reader. To give you an idea of the insanity level, it's January 11th and I just started my sixth book of 2008. It's almost like a disease, but there are worse things to be addicted to and I don't think any of the living, breathing people in my life are too horribly neglected so I'm okay with it. So it is with this in mind that I share with you this post. A fellow blogger is struggling with trying to figure out if he should continue on through a book and is looking for a little advice from someone who may have read the series. I've read a lot, but not this one so I'm handing it out to any of my readers who are not Schmidlap readers to see if they can help.
I know the pain of being stuck in a book you really want to get better and fearing it just never will. It's not a fun place to be, and I wish I could do more to help. Hopefully one of you all has come across a series called "The Baroque Cycle" by Neal Stephenson and can help out Schmidlap with his dilemma, I'm sure he would be appreciative. So if you've read it, again check out his post, and see what you can do.
Thanks!
I know the pain of being stuck in a book you really want to get better and fearing it just never will. It's not a fun place to be, and I wish I could do more to help. Hopefully one of you all has come across a series called "The Baroque Cycle" by Neal Stephenson and can help out Schmidlap with his dilemma, I'm sure he would be appreciative. So if you've read it, again check out his post, and see what you can do.
Thanks!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Quick Links
I don't have time for a full post, and I don't even have time to finish this article! but the intro is so fantastic I just have to link to it so I can come back and read it later.
Cheers!
Cheers!
Friday, December 14, 2007
Friday afternoons
4:08 pm on a Friday in my office. All around me lights are off, offices are dark as people slowly slip out to the weekend. For those that are still technically "on the clock" some are on extended, late lunch/errand hours, others quietly close their doors and I hear the whoosh of the compressed air can as they kill time by cleaning out their keyboards. Others gather on opposite sides of the offices, with their laughter clearly identifying them as not working (no non-profit work is that entertaining!) ringing around the empty corridors. Some of us blog about random nothingness trying to coast away the last few moments till a buttoned up coat and hat are justifiable.
4:13 on a Friday afternoon and phones are picked up to make calls to loved ones, finalizing last minute weekend plans, comparing shopping lists and the amazing finds they've found. The laughter from the other side of the office still rings through every now and then. It's an oddly balanced group that is one person away from being tipped into guilt and back into work. Bloggers are still blogging with nothing still to say. Soon I will head into my email to check it one more time (hotmail that is, not my work one), take a swing through Facebook to see if anyone has updated their status message to something entertaining, and glance at the online cover of the Tribune to make sure Chicago hasn't burned down while I was daydreaming.
4:23 time to start the pack up and head out motions....have a great weekend!
4:13 on a Friday afternoon and phones are picked up to make calls to loved ones, finalizing last minute weekend plans, comparing shopping lists and the amazing finds they've found. The laughter from the other side of the office still rings through every now and then. It's an oddly balanced group that is one person away from being tipped into guilt and back into work. Bloggers are still blogging with nothing still to say. Soon I will head into my email to check it one more time (hotmail that is, not my work one), take a swing through Facebook to see if anyone has updated their status message to something entertaining, and glance at the online cover of the Tribune to make sure Chicago hasn't burned down while I was daydreaming.
4:23 time to start the pack up and head out motions....have a great weekend!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Humor leads to a better day...that and it's now the weekend for me.
Totally stolen from my friends blog. To see the full version go to his webpage, it's fantastic. And thanks to all the well wishers today after yesterday's gloomy post. There is hope outside these walls after all, thanks for the reminder.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Oh dear lord....
Here I go again....I started my blogging addiction on a free yahoo geocities account - but that quickly fell apart, too many damn things to sign into.
Then I moved over to myspace, but that site is just a pain in my ass and it's not user friendly which lowers my blog desire by about the power of 10.
So at long last I have succumbed (or probably more appropriately "seen the light") and moved over to blogger...hopefully I will stick with this one (mostly because if Rob has to switch to a new place to read me he might actually find a way to shoot me from all the way down under). I will come back later and do the obligatory "Hi, nice to meet you post" but for now I should probably get to work....
PS - you will find that if you stick with me, most of these will end with me scurrying off to do work, I apparently am a 9-5 blogger :)
Then I moved over to myspace, but that site is just a pain in my ass and it's not user friendly which lowers my blog desire by about the power of 10.
So at long last I have succumbed (or probably more appropriately "seen the light") and moved over to blogger...hopefully I will stick with this one (mostly because if Rob has to switch to a new place to read me he might actually find a way to shoot me from all the way down under). I will come back later and do the obligatory "Hi, nice to meet you post" but for now I should probably get to work....
PS - you will find that if you stick with me, most of these will end with me scurrying off to do work, I apparently am a 9-5 blogger :)
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