random observations of writing, performance, and work
I like writing for the page better than reading aloud, partly because I like to be able to put the joke in the middle of a sentence. That's easy to do in print thanks to the miracle of personal word processing, but it's hard to do aloud. You write for a reaction, but you read to get to the end of the sentence.
My monologue on buttsex is January 31. Some of my coworkers from Big Tech are going! I told them that show would be unsafe for work.
Our Cool Guy Photographer: Then that's the one we're going to.
Me: Awesome!
Have I mentioned Our Cool Guy Photographer? We have one at the office. He takes technical photographs for us. He's the total Cool Guy co-worker. He's in Single Frame Ashtray and he wears ironic grandpa hats and sometimes brings leftover food from an event where he DJs and shares it with people.
One of my other coworkers came by this morning with a highlighted printout of me being quote-whored in some posthumous round-up of Heath Ledger's career in light of his Oscar snub or whatever.
I totally kicked ass this morning at work and got a course QC'd, approved by the SME, and ready to open before close of business. I don't know if it actually made it all the way to enrollment, but we turned it all over to Big Tech. So we delivered it in Q1. If things fall apart inside the vortex of meaninglessness that is the infrastructure of Big Tech, there's not much I can do to prevent that.
We are moving off-site permanently on Feb. 2! Yay! I can drink my coffee out of a sensible office mug instead of a goddamn approved container.
My monologue on buttsex is January 31. Some of my coworkers from Big Tech are going! I told them that show would be unsafe for work.
Our Cool Guy Photographer: Then that's the one we're going to.
Me: Awesome!
Have I mentioned Our Cool Guy Photographer? We have one at the office. He takes technical photographs for us. He's the total Cool Guy co-worker. He's in Single Frame Ashtray and he wears ironic grandpa hats and sometimes brings leftover food from an event where he DJs and shares it with people.
One of my other coworkers came by this morning with a highlighted printout of me being quote-whored in some posthumous round-up of Heath Ledger's career in light of his Oscar snub or whatever.
I totally kicked ass this morning at work and got a course QC'd, approved by the SME, and ready to open before close of business. I don't know if it actually made it all the way to enrollment, but we turned it all over to Big Tech. So we delivered it in Q1. If things fall apart inside the vortex of meaninglessness that is the infrastructure of Big Tech, there's not much I can do to prevent that.
We are moving off-site permanently on Feb. 2! Yay! I can drink my coffee out of a sensible office mug instead of a goddamn approved container.