4 January
Okay, enough with the bitching and the pissing and the moaning, I have changed the text colour so that it is easier to read!
Okay, not so much bitching and pissing and moaning, more two politely sad emails from Ginni Kitchen and DinoNeil lamenting the squinting at the black on red, but it sounds ever so much more dramatic the other way, and I'm all about the drama, baby.
However, I think that my readership skews far too much on the side of the feeble, elderly blind readers than the young energetic readers with the sproingy eyes. I should do something about this at some point, because soon they will all be dead and I will no longer be ubiquitous!
And this can never be. Ubiquosity is what I live for.
So yesterday was my first day back at work, and it wasn't too bad, really. I made about an hour's work last the entire day, glanced vaguely at 150 emails, and was pleased to see how thrilled everyone in my department was to have me back.
This has more to do with the fact that they all have 1/4 more work to do when I am gone than because of my sparkling personality, I know, but still, it's nice feeling popular.
And speaking of popular, I was also weighted down under the presents left for me while I was gone, a tower of chocolate from a guy in Billing whom I always give a hard time to when he wants his check (guess I won't be doing that until at least summer), some more chocolate from a vendor that we haven't paid in ages, and another Giant Box of Cookies from my The Most Beautiful Culligan Man in All the Land.
The newest girl told me that he had come by Christmas Eve, when she was the only one there, and had practically fainted at his astounding manly beauty. After Christmas, she asked The Raccoon in hushed, reverential tones, "Who was that guy?!" "O, that's Kymm's boyfriend!"
If only saying someone was your boyfriend would make it so, I'd be the happiest little girl in New York City, if not the world. And I would have preferred to have been here when he delivered the cookies than to have the cookies at all, let me tell you.
O! And I keep forgetting to tell about two great reader presents I got, a beautiful hunk of soap that looks like an amethyst rock from Meg Browar and some adorable (and delicious) chocolate hedgehogs from Katie Yaun. And, when I got home, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory from Lucy!
All most satisfactory! But I really need to start getting my Christmas shopping done for my friends, The Callahans being the only ones that are completely taken care of, except for Katie and I know what I'm getting her, I just haven't gotten it yet. And I have stuff for Dawn and Colleen and The Raccoon, but other than that, the sack is empty.
The one thing that I did accomplish yesterday at work was actually after clocking out, when I printed out all of the December entries for all of the journals I read, because I really didn't was to spend 20¢ a minute at Kinko's reading interesting entries when I could spend it deleting spam.
A ream and a half and an hour and a half, that's how much paper and time it took to print out all of those entries. And even considering HoliDailies, I think that this is the clearest sign imaginable that I read too many damn journals.
Lucy got a dog, Kim bought a house, Jessamyn got engaged (as did Melissa, of course, but you all knew that one), Colleen became a fireman of all things, Secra and Jessie and Athena and Elizabeth had birthdays (though you wouldn't know if from that last non-updating slacker!), Corinna quit (boo!), some of those Word Goddess sliding doors entries gave me heart attacks ( Lis' and Heather's for two!) and best of all, Helene had a baby!
It was a very exciting couple of weeks to not be reading!
Today's
horoscope:
Relationship and achievement needs seem at odds today. Keep a balance between love and work and remember you're not superhuman.
One year ago today:
We also decided that we don't like it. Stop looking like Brad Pitt, Benicio! We like you better than Brad Pitt!
* Yesterday / Index / This Month / Tomorrow *
Graphics by the honourable Saundra!
This page was written by hand. My hand. Only
pussies use HTML editors.
Last Updated Fri 4 January 19:06:09 2002