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The Indian Version Of Thriller
Oh. My. God.
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Diagnosis: Depression
Yes, I’ve been so rude as to not respond to email. No, I haven’t been posting here. Yes, I can barely get out of bed in the mornings. There’s not really much more to say than that. I’m alive, but tired, frustrated, and very likely to take a mallet to the face of anyone who crosses me, most especially my dear WO. (After all, he’s often within arm’s reach.) Oh, and I put out two kitchen fires last night. …Within five minutes of each other. In good news, my phone interview with Teach for America went well, I think. I want more private time than I can get, hence the…
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Day-um.
Oh my damn, Chrimmus gifts are expensive. Well, shipping is expensive, which is my punishment for waiting so damn long to order. Growl.
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Erasers
I’ve always wanted to finish a block eraser. To use it until I had a little piece too small to be used. But I always lose them before I get to the end. I have two erasers now that I’ve managed to keep for almost a year each. …I think I may be able to do it… One of them is one of those brown Able Rub erasers that leaves huge shavings behind when you erase. That’ll be the winner, I think.
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Last Straw
The last straw occurred when untested, uncommitted code was taken from my machine, made to work, and put into production with an email detailing the things I’d done wrong. …In code I’d said wasn’t ready or tested… Don’t get me wrong: there were plenty of other straws over the last few months. I wanted to be free at the end of last quarter (Thanksgiving), but felt it would economically unwise for me to do so. I’m feeling stronger now, and so I’ll be free at the end of 2006, barring any contractual problems. Down to two jobs, very soon now, which is fine by me. Except… what am I going…