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<-- my life, by webgoddesscathy --> :: Thursday, October 14, 2004 :: Sometimes I wonder if the contractor I work with is just looking for ways to upset me. If not, then it brings up the question: what would he do if he was trying to piss me off? I've been going through some of my old portfolio of work. I realize that, of late, the best writing that I've done has been extremely personal and not something that I would feel comfortable sharing in a professional setting. I suppose I might want to think about building a more recent professional portfolio. I think I've said/written that about 20 times over the past two years that I've been running this site. Personal initiatives always seem to get pushed to the side, it seems. It's a labour of love, this thing. And someday - SOMEDAY! - I will spend the time I need to make it what I really want it to be. I will implement my grand vision. However, I might need to be chronically unemployed to find the time to make it happen. (Who am I kidding? I was the MOST busy when I was "unemployed". It was just a more fun type of busy.) I'm thinking longingly of my unemployment at this stage. Working 12-hours a day for weeks upon weeks is starting to wear on me. I noticed myself close to tears today as I tried to handle yet another disappointment. This is not me. I am a happy girl. I don't tear up at the drop of a hat (or deadline, as the case may be). I am NOT cranky. OK, Alex, maybe I'm a bit cranky sometimes. But very very infrequently. Most of the time I'm a bucket of sunshine. Mostly. :: Cathy 6:51 PM [+] :: 0 comments :: Wednesday, October 13, 2004 :: I started my new course last night at UofT: Strategies for a Web Presence. So far, it's really interesting and should be helpful for my job. The job, on the otherhand, is taking up huge amounts of my time at the moment. Another 12-hour day today. And now I'm sitting here with my rooibos tea, nursing a migraine that developed today, thinking, "why am I doing this?" Well, I like parts of it. I just really really dislike the one part of it that was dumped on me a couple of weeks ago that keeps sucking up all of my time. And why is that, when you have the least amount of time to deal with it, everything goes wrong? No one does what you need them to do, especially not on their own, everyone screws up everything, miscommunications abound? I know why, I suppose. It's because I don't have time to follow-up on everything like I usually do. Or to proofread absolutely everything I write so that I am absolutely crystal clear and there is no room for interpretation. But I wonder, why can't I cut a break? One coworker said it today, "Well, your karma's bound to turn around. You're due for something good." I hope she's right. PS: while the Karma-police are at it, can they throw in some time for laundry and unpacking? Thanks. :: Cathy 6:13 PM [+] :: 0 comments :: Monday, October 11, 2004 :: Well, I'm back from Ottawa, unpacking. Unpacking stuff my parent's brought from home. Lovely thanksgiving. And now, back to work. Sigh. :: Cathy 8:02 PM [+] :: 0 comments :: Sunday, October 10, 2004 :: Staying with Will and Lisa in Ottawa for Thanksgiving weekend, he brought out some old Liberty magazines he'd found from 1957. One of the hot topics discussed was "Should you help your wife with the household chores?" One man wrote, "I ain't no hen-pecked chore horse" and that men should "belt your wife to show her who's boss in the house." Interesting that this was a p.c. enough topic to discuss in a consumer magazine. Several articles discussed women's place in the home. I suddenly had a nightmare vision of having to stay home all day, cleaning. Even the cooking part would get old real quick. Mom also read me an article: "how to talk about sex with your date." It recommended responses to men's racy talk ("they consider this part of their seduction ritual" apparently). It gave an example of one man's "sex talk": "Women go wild for my profile. For example Suzy..." The lady's response was appropriately demure: "Well, I know Suzy and she's NOT that kind of girl and, frankly, neither am I!" Shocking sex talk, to be sure. But he respected her after that. :: Cathy 7:35 AM [+] :: 0 comments
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