March 16, 2001

I have an hour.

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  So, obviously I didn't get this uploaded last week, but in an effort to remain historically correct, I shall leave the date the same. Carry on...

I'm in the Friday timezone in which it doesn't make much sense to be productive. 2:47 pm, going to work out at 4:00. Not enough time to start a new project, lots of people have scammed out early, I don't feel like filing or organizing or typing up *Fudking Charter Documents* (check out the Footnotes styling right there!). So. A dearth of productivity. Ih, I've had a busy enough week that I'm justified a bit of sloth, I think.

See how easily I convince myself? No guilt here, nosiree!

I have no idea when I'll actually be able to *upload* this entry, seeing as my DSL line, in concert with my laptop, have been royally screwing with me. I'm going to plug in tonight and hope that my proxy server issues have somehow magically resolved themselves. Hm. Yes. We know how often *that* happens in the realm of computers, don't we?

Erm. I'm casting about a bit here for some journal-worthy topic. I could write some pretty damned profound stuff in an hour. Especially at the rate I can type once I get going. But. Yeah. Well. Nothing turning over in the ol' think tank.

Things I Have Learned Recently

  • I somehow picked up the knack of being political. Instead of reaming a guy out for his really unprofessional (and self serving) behavior, in front of a bunch of people, I held my tongue. I mitigated the damage as much as I could at the moment, but I didn't give the man a comeuppance. Even though he deserved one. Even though (especially because?) he's an upper manager.

  • I have learned to make the managerial system work for me. Hah. I told my boss about the man's behavior, looking for some advice on how best to deal with the disasterous consequences he brought about. He's going to take it up with that man's boss. More impact, less fallout on me. Go, me!

  • I have more self discipline than I usually give myself credit for. There was not one day this week that, when I woke up, I felt well enough to go to work. But I stuck it out. And I kicked this week's ass. It still remains to be seen how much of my own ass this week left me.

  • There's nothing good on middle-of-the-night televison. But we talked about that already.

  • I don't read nearly as much as I used to. I can't make up my mind if this is a sign of health in me (considering how much I used to read to escape my life), or if it's a sign that things are waaaay too busy and hectic. I suspect it's the latter.

  • Taking cold medicine hours before bedtime in no way guarantees that you won't wake up with medicine head in the morning. You'd think that after 10 hours or so the damn stuff would wear off. It must thicken in the blood when the body is in a state of rest.

  • Andre the Giant was a very, very large man. Well, duh. Hence the name, right? I was watching The Princess Bride on Monday when I was sick, and I got to wondering about this guy. According to this website, he was born in 1946 in France. He died at the age of 47. He was already 6'3" by the age of 12, and finally reached 7'4" and weighed up to 500 pounds. He'd consume 7000 calories a day in beer alone. Who knows how much that man could eat??

  • Learn2.com taught me how to capture a mouse. Not that we have mice in the house, that I know of. It would just be good to know, you know, just in case. The cat's worthless for that kind of thing, that much I *do* know. Crickets scare her forcryingoutloud.

  • If I want to stop adding to my "must reads" list, I've got to stop browsing through other journaler's "links" pages. My collab contributes to this "problem", too. I'm now reading Cutting Through Fluff, and Bleeding Ink, and Iteration, and good swift kick, and in a family way... Will there ever be an end??? I'm up to *36* bookmarks in my "Journal" favorites. Huh. I think I know why I haven't been reading books as much lately...

  • I work in a very culturally diverse department. One co-worker is from the Phillipienes. One co-worker is from India. One co-worker is from the Middle East. One co-worker is from Costa Rica. Two co-workers are "black", but that really means that they have Jamaican, African, Native American, Irish, German, and Mexican genes, but *look* mostly like their African heritage due to how their parenting worked out. I didn't think the term "mulatto" was very PC, but they used it when they described themselves, so I guess it's appropriate. But when I looked up the origin of the word, it wasn't very flattering - "so called because the mule is the offspring of parents of different species". People are of the same *species*, just different *bloodlines*. Or heritages or origins or ethnicity or whatever word you want to put in there. Feh, is it really worth it to try so hard to be PC?

Um, yeah, so that's what's been rattling around in my brain today. Profound, huh?


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