May 30, 2008
Life is Good
I can't believe how good things are today.
The weather is sunny and mild. I had lunch with friends. There's plenty of work, but no big rush on any of it. I'm taking an afternoon ice cream break at Cold Stone with a few co-workers. The weekend is still wide open. And sharing some of my troubles more privately has really lifted a weight off my shoulders. Although I'm most excited about a relaxing weekend, I'm really glad that I'm not dreading next week.
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May 29, 2008
Inconvenience
One thing this job has taught me: how to spell inconvenience! [co-worker]
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So Many Things to Say
Despite protesting that I live a simple life where nothing ever happens, things have been happening. And I haven't been documenting them very well. I think part of that is my denial. I want things to be simple, so I try to overlook things when they're not. Classic avoidance.
I haven't been at a total loss for words because I've started several posts in the last few weeks about things at work and in general. I just never finish them. I struggle with what I should talk about publicly and what I shouldn't, get frustrated, and leave the posts unpublished. Each time I do that, I end up feeling guilty about that one thing and avoid posting about all of the other things happening too.
I know a lot of my friends keep more private journals that they restrict to friends (and sometimes family) but I've never really wanted to do that. Since I'm struggling so much with public journal entries, does it make sense to start using a more private journal?
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May 9, 2008
Like a Round Peg in a Square Hole
I started to write a long post reflecting on the last few weeks at work, which have been a true test for me with my only teammate gone for two weeks, but realized that it was all a lot of uninteresting navel gazing. The project didn't blow up and I survived. It also wasn't as terrible as I feared, at least not in the ways I expected. But really, the details of what happened are just boring filler when compared with my realization that I am a round peg being forced into a rather square hole. I sort of fit, but not in the ways I need to.
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May 8, 2008
Clickier
While writing an email about click through rates and lamenting a publisher's click averse audience, Outlook recommended an unusual grammatical substitution:
more clicky visitors becomes clickier visitors
I didn't even know that "clickier" was a word, let alone a better option to my first, admittedly poor, choice.
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May 6, 2008
Just One Word
You Can Only Type One Word: Now copy, paste, change the answers to suit you, and pass it on.
1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Your significant other? adorable
3. Your hair? straighter
4. Your mother? mom
5. Your father? pa
6. Your favorite thing? creating
7. Your favorite flower? poppy
8. Your favorite drink? beer
9. Your dream/goal? retirement
10. The room you're in? office
11. Your ex? MIA
12. Your fear? time
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? alive
14. Where were you last night? bed
15. What you're not? short
16. Muffins? top
17. One of your wish list items? house
18. Where you grew up? michigan
19. The last thing you did? contract
20. What are you wearing? brown
22. Your pets? shed
23. Your computer? mac
24. Your life? slow
25. Your mood? fair
26. Missing someone? family
27. Your car? noisy
28. Something you're not wearing? pants
29. Favorite Store? crafts
30. Your summer? quiet
31. Like someone? everyone
32. Your favorite color? changes
33. When is the last time you laughed? earlier
34. Last time you cried? weeks
35. Who will/would re-post this? everybody
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May 5, 2008
Pizza! Pizza!
I probably shouldn't have, but when I was in Manchester on Saturday I stopped to check out the Little Caesars. It's just down the street from the Paper Tree and you have to stare at it while waiting for the light and the end of the exit ramp from 293. When I stepped in the door, it smelled the way I remember every Little Caesars back home did: spicy and sweet, just like the sauce they use douse the pizza and crazy bread.
They had one-topping pizzas ready and waiting for just $5, so who was I to resist? The best part, aside from the general tastiness, was that it tasted just the way I remembered. It was an instant trip down memory lane, especially the cold pizza the next morning. Little Caesars's is just so different from the pizza you get at all the New England pizza joints. Everything about it is more substantial: the crust, the sauce, the cheese, and even the toppings.
Now I just have to figure out how to burn off all of those extra calories.
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