My brain is FUH-RIED. Due to a general exodus of employees from our group to other, presumably greener pastures, I am now the resident expert for, well, EVERYTHING. My boss has really piled it on without realizing, I think, just HOW MUCH he’s asking me to support. I have a meeting with him in a [...]
Archive for September, 2011
Usable Capacity Limit
Posted: 28th September 2011 by Tiffany in biking, photography, workTags: 500px, model, photography, portfolio, Snapfactory, work
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What passes for religion in our house.
Posted: 17th September 2011 by Tiffany in Bill, Bring the funnyTags: faith, jesus loves me, our own wacky religion
Him: I’m smarter than you. Me: Yeah, well, Jesus loves me more. Him: Oh YEAH? Well He made me FIRST. Me: OH YEAH? Well He made ME better. Him: (dammit.) —– Him: ACHOO. Me: Bless you. Him: ACHOO! Me: Bless you. Him: AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHCHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOO! Me: BLESS YOU GOD DAMMIT. Him: I think you just canceled it [...]
Eleven
Posted: 15th September 2011 by Tiffany in blogkeeping, Memory LaneTags: anniversary, eleven, memories, snerkology, wayback machine
It all started here (or here if you’d like to see the original) eleven years ago today. I find it auspicious in a harbinger kind of way that the first entry of substance, posted the very next day, was about a hangover. The very first picture I ever posted to my website was this one: [...]
Chin Ups
Posted: 12th September 2011 by Tiffany in goals, Headspace, Home, MaineTags: goals, homesick, Maine
I’m conflicted. But my chin is up. I went through an interview process with an excellent company in Maine. Had they not been (exceedingly) short of my salary requirements, I would have accepted that job. Still, it’s nice to know that I’m very employable, and that people would hire me. They really, really liked me, [...]
Familiar Obscure
Posted: 6th September 2011 by Tiffany in Headspace, Waking MindTags: dream, homesick, Maine
Last night I had a dream that Bill and I lived in a loft in Portland. It was snowing and the streetlights highlighted the deserted street. It was peaceful and eerie at the same time – there were no people, and despite the storm it seemed like there should be. I sat, looking out the [...]
