3:09 p.m.||||2004-05-04
As you know, or might, or maybe notcan'trememberwhativesaidhere or not, I am about to do some work on our Intranet, here at the lab. In my resume back a ways when, I explained myself as a web designer wannbe and then, at my two weeks check-in-to see-if-"ima-quit-yet meeting, I mete the IT guy and it was briefly discussed that I like to do this this this web design. What is this thing called _?_. And then I stuck out the next ninety days thinking I'm waiting to see that they love me/can't live without me, and then I'll approach the subject with IT again.
Being un peu hesitante, s'il te plait. Then, the week before it got launched into my hood, I was asked to do a maps and menus page for the Intranet, where printable instructions to airports and menus from local area restaurants could finally be said to reside. (Out of the blue everyone thought I had menus to all of Toledo and I was like these pizza places? ARe you kidding. They weren't.
Then, abruptly and somewhat important seemingly, IT came out with yes do please help us fix our site. From what I gather, none of the IT people really like or do what that requires (to make it not nauseatingly confusing). I think I am alone to figure it out - from the hierarchy on the server to the priorities of importance for the whole damn structure. So, exciting. Totally. I don't know if they realize what a friggin gift they're giving me by letting me accomplish this.
My point being, I forgot to tell people I had put up the maps and menus section so today, I emailed everyone to let them know. I got sudden, instantaneous responses from a handful of the very people I aim to please: unilaterally impressed and excited they were. Really, really nice responses. I'm still warm. I think, with web design, anyone can do it, really, really!, and a lot of people are, and when they tell you that, you kinda go yeah, who doesn't, anyone can put up a geocities hobby and craft gig or a look at my cuteass kid - I did. Then, when it becomes clear that you actually know what you're talking about and you are already competent and cool all at once, with figuring out the purpose of that little space - man. Cool.
So it's on. Eek. Plus the Romanian site in a month.
Plus a company cookbook.
And I am really struggling at the moment. There's a deep deep read between the lines in my whole purpose here. It's like writing an entry is admitting it.
I learned about truth-cloaking in regards to George Eliot, some years back. I think of the Brontes, too, and even the Yellow Wallpaper. Gilman?
I can't wait to move (this again! Come fuckin on.) and have my own kitchen and dishwasher and in Josh's room we'll have a theme, and more colorful storage options, shelves, pictures, play tables and a place to put him that actually separates us from him.
And a washing machine and dryer.
And I'm gonnna sit on my ass on Sunday maybe after a wild, sun-filled morning in the metro-park, after many slides and deer crossings where we look at the sand dune for little sketchy hoof prints to prove that they passed that way, and talking to a bird who decided to nest about three feet up in that tree, which, by the way, is called a Pine, and that one right there is an Oak......and then come home, eat pancakes that Josh stirred to death, and strawberries that he might or might not have licked, and fight him over taking a nap so I can take a shower.
OK
I really have to go