+ + Monday, November 12, 2001 + +
09:47 p.m.
Warning. This is an angry rant.
Do I have a glamorous job? No. But is it DESIRABLE? Apparently, yes, oh, HELL yes.
This is the SECOND time in as many months that SOME one has tried to steal my job!! I'm a webdesigner for a small non-profit organization; this is not fancy. I'm not working with huge databases or anything. NEVERTHELESS - I am HERE (Pennsylvania, east coast) and they are THERE (California, west coast), and because of THAT, ladies and gentlemen, people think that they can just WALK in and do their OWN thing and not TELL anybody (oh, excuse me, that's not quite right; try outright LIE) and then assume I'm going to just roll over and take it.
Forgive me if this sounds harsh; but if someone comes in, claiming that they're going to create a better online store for the company - which is FINE - and then emails you (after three months of ASKING for an email from this person) with THIS line, what would YOU think?
hi there again. i have been working on the new site design, and i have
everything compiled except for the sermon pages, and the store. i've saved
these for last basically because they are the largest portion. what i've
done so far is taken all of the existing site info, and placed it into a
uniformed recognizeable template, where the site looks like it's one idea,
instead of several sites in one. i am going to need the password and
username
to the server to get the sermon files, and all the art work and
text for
the store so i can set it up. i would just go to each page and
copy-paste
but this just takes way too long, and we are trying to get this
up as soon
as we can.
Okay. The site IS uniform. EVERY FREAKING PAGE looks the same - so what's he talking about? I dunno. Am I giving him the info? Hell, no.
Am I ranting over what MIGHT be a misunderstanding? I hope to God, yes; the last time this happened, it WAS the case where someone was trying to steal my job - and allow me to point out....
He was HIRED to do the ONLINE STORE. And yet he says RIGHT there that that's the LAST thing he's going to do, which means he hasn't even WORKED on it yet.
This means, ladies and germs, that he has lied to ME, and to EVERYBODY ELSE IN THE OFFICE.
*pants* *fuming* Okay. I ranted. I'm FINE now, really.
If you want to see the site in question, just ask me; it's very religious, but you don't have to agree with anything that's on there. Just note the fact that it IS uniform. That it's GOT a basic template. That this guy is pulling comments out of his ass and he can just PUT them back there, for all I care.
.....all right. I feel better now. >_<
+ + Sunday, November 11, 2001 + +
07:23 p.m.
Yaaaay! Crono LIVES!! *does the dance of joy* And yes, I'm old. Eat it. ;P
And woo... moving into original writing and away from fanfiction... well, all my encouragement goes out to you. ^_^ I'm both envious and pleased - you're doing what I haven't dared to do yet... and on the other hand, you've got the opportunity to do so. That's awesome that Canada has so many writing scholarship. Go you!! I hope I at least get to see WHAT you're writing.... ^^;;
*chuckles* And now you make me wish I knew more about Kenshin - I got these three folks:
# 1 Sagara Sanosuke
# 2 Himura Kenshin
# 3 Hiko Seijurou
Well, obviously I know who the middle one is, but... Feh. Haven't a clue about the other two - and am probably going to kick myself once I realize who they are. *goes to plug Isa, who is a veritable fountain of Kenshin lore*
No fear, Leash turns out my "Normal.doc" file was corrupted. The nice, helpful people at Gateway fixed it for me ASAP. And now, I know a little bit more about computers. Happy day. ~_^
Leareth, I LIKE your fic - even though it makes me more maddened for the fact that I have NO access to the latest Asuka bit. -_-;; I wanna know what happeneeeeeeeeeed.... *whine grip grouse complain*
Eep? Unemployed? Mou, I'm sorry. >_< *nevertheless, dies laughing at this*
Oh, and Lilack - Did I mention your blog is freaky? Well, it's freaky. 'Tis. @____@
Hm... you know, Manzai, in line with our previous conversation, I find it odd - most of my RL friends are older than I am - but almost all of my online friends are younger. I'm not entirely sure what that says about me... -_-;;
*laughing at Natalie* "Swishirou?" That is TRULY classic. It's like CLAMP meets household cleaning products....
*blinks a lot at Taryn's entire page* Well... instead of just being down, NOW it's asking me for my username and password. Um... your server is weird, dear. *pokes it*
I DID enjoy myself, Vega, thoroughly; it was absolutely tons of fun. ^_^ AND marvelous music... woo... Puccini.... Of course, getting incredibly ill right afterward didn't help; but that wasn't Madam Butterfly's fault. Stupid lungs... *glares at them for betraying her*
*chuckles* V5 has a new car, and seems to be in love, AND is exhausted! Boy... you're almost ready for college. ~_^
Whitecat, that story rocks. Plain and simple. Excellently written, flows smoothly... the only thing I wondered at was whether yon newborn Harry WOULD have green eyes instead of the normal blue. Very, very pleasant... and tragic, considering all that is to follow. ;_;. *goes to email you*
+ + Sunday, November 11, 2001 + +
12:49 a.m.
I just realized that I have been 26 years old for 47 minutes and didn't notice it. How weird is THAT?
*grins* I'm OOOOOLD!! Old old old old old old OLD! *capers around the blog* I'm probaby older than ANY of you... well... with a few possible exceptions... 
+ + Wednesday, November 7, 2001 + +
01:43 p.m.
Going to New York City on the spur of the moment, including round trip on Amtrak: $100 (which, fortunately, grand-mama reimbursed ^_^).
Visiting your grandmother and having dinner with her before the opera starts: $???, because she paid for it.
Getting a cold on the way back and being sick enough that you have to miss class: Approximately $42 (the individual cost of said class, averaged)
Discovering upon arriving home that in your absence your computer not only turned itself off but decided it would no longer read Word files: Priceless.
Ahh, the things that Mastercard has absolutely nothing to do with... I feel touched, deep down inside. :p
+ + Tuesday, November 6, 2001 + +
01:57 a.m.
Wooo... @_@ It's not every day you find out you're going to the Met. For free. In the front row. To see Puccini's Madam Butterfly.
But hey - when it does happen, you go with the flow, ya know? *cackles and runs off in music major ecstasy*
*edit*(Erm, to clarify - that's the Metropolitan Opera - in New York City. Only one of the finest in the woooooooorld.... *is just a LITTLE happy about this, in case anyone couldn't tell*)
+ + Saturday, November 3, 2001 + +
01:22 p.m.
Mou, Vega-chan is sick... Well. We're just going to have to do something about that. ^_^
*prepares to bribe Puck* *.....hopes he doesn't remember the Jello incident*
~_^
+ + Saturday, November 3, 2001 + +
12:52 p.m.
AAH!
http://www.kiradoll.com/index.html
And... and...
http://pygmalion.mda.or.jp/katan/img/katan1.jpg
Why would somebody MAKE such a thing? AAAAAAAAAAH!!
....well, I'm awake NOW. -_-;;
+ + Saturday, November 3, 2001 + +
05:13 a.m.
*dies*
I think I am loved. How else can I explain the fact that Juunanagou was put in a cheerleader's uniform specifically for me? ^_^;; Of course, Takira tells me he blasted her for doing it, but hey... ya gotta make sacrifices for art, ne? ~_^
Thanks, Takira. ^_____^
+ + Saturday, November 3, 2001 + +
03:14 a.m.
I'M NOT STUDYING!! BWAHAHAAAA!!
*coughs* Erm, in other news, I finished today's exam - gods, was it nasty; the last two pages of this six page exam ALONE had over a hundred questions. NO multiple choice - this was all fill in the blank stuff. @_@ And, to boot, once THAT was done we had to try to conduct the Rite of Spring by Igor Stravinsky. That sucker changes time signature every other MEASURE...
Kiyaaaah, anyway. I went first. You know how it is - first up, first forgotten, eh, heh.... ^_^;; Now, I have to go and preregister for NEXT semester's classes, but I don't wanna do that just yet. Tonight... I am enjoying my FREEDOM.
Thank you very much. ~_^
+ + Saturday, November 3, 2001 + +
03:04 a.m.
*giggling* It has now been brought to my attention (thank you, Takira) that if you're using Netscape 6, and if you click on any of the scrollable boxes, they will actually inchworm their way to the left and OFF the screen.
I am not making this up, folks. The same thing happened to Lilack's blog - something about Netscape doesn't seem to like nested layers.
*still giggling* IIIII'm not gonna fix it now. Tomorrow, perhaps, or the next day... Oi. ^_____^;;
+ + Saturday, November 3, 2001 + +
02:20 a.m.
I finished. *beaaaaaams* And in honor of that, have redone my blog.
Pretty dragon, ne? Now, if I can just get the text to show up a little bit better.... *chuckles*