I’d like to tell you that I enjoyed seeing Spider-Man II, but that would mean I would have had to have actually *seen* it, and I only saw about half of it. Usually the half that was playing in the middle third of the screen, but sometimes, suddenly and without warning, it would be the half playing on the left third of the screen, or, equally without warning, on the right third of the screen. After about fifteen, maybe twenty minutes of the infuriating focus changes, I went out to…
stuff’n’nonsense
Had an hour-long phone conversation with my new boss this morning. He laid out considerably more of a plan than I’d heard previously, which was heartening. Very heartening, in fact. He said, among other things, that it is genuinely the plan to convert all the stuff we’ve currently got over to the new platform, which seems very positive for future site developments, to me. So I’m pleased with that, and it sounds like their intention is to get a handful of the news feeds switched over to a format the…
job stuff
Well, I just spent the last hour and a half gossiping with the other HTMLers about what’s going on with CHI, and of course, we still don’t know anything. I’m supposed to talk with my new immediate boss (at 8am tomorrow, guh) and I sort of imagine I won’t know anything after that, either. Not that I have any particular deep emotional attachment to this job, but the whole thing is making me feel very cynical. Probably mostly because I’d rather it just got over with, rather than malingering, but…
fwwsht
Scared the snot out of myself by being unable to find my memory stick and realizing it was the only thing I had the final version of URBAN SHAMAN on. Fwssht. Found it, obviously, or this would be hysterical (not really; I could have, in the most embarrassing-case-scenario, emailed my editor and asked her to send it to me, but JEEZ), and have made backups all over the place now. And the dumb memory stick was right where I left it, although it was not where I *thought* I’d left…
And that’s that!
And that’s that. Ted turned in his resignation at his job today. His manager isn’t particularly good at managing, and yesterday failed to schedule a cook from 11am to 2pm. Ted, being a responsible sort, felt like he should maybe stay and work, except 1. he wasn’t scheduled, 2. it only covered his manager’s ass, didn’t do *him* any good, particularly since he had afternoon plans, and 3. it made him feel taken advantage of, with good reason. So he set his teeth together, closed the kitchen, and came home.…