faster pussycat... type! type!

What's essential, is invisible to the eye.

Monday's suck. You know it's true. And if it were not bad enough, it's a sunny sky is totally blue lovely spring day. Nobody needs that crap on a Monday morning. It does not make things better. Standing up, looking over the walls of my cell, and out onto the shimmering water of Lake Union, does not make me want to revise/edit/tighten my report due at 3:00 today. If anything, it makes me want to print out my report, wad it up in a little ball and force someone to eat it, on my way out the door. I say "someone" because no one has, of yet, inspired me to shove a crumpled up spreadsheet down their throat. But the day is young, And people, when forced to exist within a corporate environment together, are predictable.

EvilDeb: there is something wrong with my [internal chat client]. Are you signed on?
Me: nope.
e.d.: I've been playing around with it, and now it's not working. I can't see you.
me: That could be because I'm not signed on.
e.d.: [thoughtfully] nooooo... I don't think that's it.

Posted by jodi at mars 22, 2004 10:38 AM

I still maintain that there is some other reason that I don't see you.

As I mentioned, unless I am chatting with you you don't appear to exist.

Posted by: Evil Deb at mars 22, 2004 11:46 AM

that's kinda deep. and more than a little self centered, actually.

Posted by: jodi at mars 22, 2004 11:51 AM

Amen to the predictabilty in corporate environments. I might have to join you in some spreadsheet shoving if you don't mind - except in my case it would be patient referral sheets or the telephone.

Posted by: Sarah at mars 22, 2004 01:42 PM