good Friday: next-day meatloaf (aka heaven, by Jake), conquered a complicated work task, got another back from my editor with ZERO revisions (guh), about to phone in to my first board meeting for Hopelink. asdfghjkl. what is my life.
one of my favorite PMs is also a lithead. he caught my Whitman and Vonnegut references. here’s hoping our customers do too.
Is there more crap to check in? Uhhhhh, that’s an acronym that stands for…cool really awesome…product.
my boss
DAMN. I didn’t factor in that this blog could be traced back from my writing blog, quite possibly. now I’m nervous to post about a certain amusing development re: coworkers, because they’ve started taking the business cards, which have my writing blog address on them. daaaaaaaamn
“I don’t think they’re scanning the chat logs for Habakkuk”
I put my business cards in this cool metal turtle holder Jake gave me and set it behind my monitors towards the door and the two new dudes came in and were like OH WOAH WOW THOSE ARE NEAT CAN I HAVE ONE
it’s like yes, yes you can, that’s why they’re facing my visitors, you know, they’re not just for looking at. business cards. you take them, generally
meetinglife hack: suggest ridiculous name so it gets shot down, only present alternatives that are even more ridiculous
I have a communication from J. She says she’s in a coffee shop and doesn’t want to say ‘asswipe’.
coworker in team meting
don’t ever let me outline your shit
I have a document open right now that’s an outline for a help topic I have to write, and it’s saved as “DON’T READ THIS.docx” because if it’s mixed up I’m screwwwed
“you’re gonna sign in with your account and read a bunch of legal bullshit”
“you can peek at the apps and download some if you’re feeling sexy”
“after that, your old phone can get down to its business, like a yappy dog on your jerkoff neighbor’s lawn”
To each according to his needs. And as you all know, MY needs are great.
my mentor