In an attempt to clean things up I'm once again going through the posts that, for some reason, were never posted. Some of them are little stories, specific incidents, brief trains of thought. Others, like the one below from December last year, are like a long form vague tweet that months later not even I … Continue reading ghosts of blog posts past: knowing…
a lesson learned at comic con…
There are a lot of things one might expect to see, to do, and to learn at a comic con. Largely I believed they were about comics, horror, super heroes, sci-fi, or the human capacity to endure having their toes stepped on and torso bumped into in a crowd. I expected to see super heros, … Continue reading a lesson learned at comic con…
proof that we do, in fact, live in the future…
Like most people I'm not a fan of waking up to the sound of a buzzing, ringing, or beeping alarm clock, but still those damn things are so very much a part of our lives. I remember as a kid winding my pale pink bell alarm clock each night. Checking to ensure it hadn't wound … Continue reading proof that we do, in fact, live in the future…
chronicles of a work-at-home cami… the real job
"You don't know how lucky you are that you don't have a real job." Excuse me? What? Huh? I never know exactly how to respond to comments like that because, fuck you. I get that the speaker is trying to be nice. Is trying to be complimentary. And is quite often envious of the fact … Continue reading chronicles of a work-at-home cami… the real job
chronicles of a work-at-home cami… the sick day
Whether caused by the ever rising tide of stress or the latest bug brought home via the germ factory from which your child receives an education there are days when you wake up and you feel like shit. Enter today. I'm a delicate little thing, really and truly. I can and have played through the … Continue reading chronicles of a work-at-home cami… the sick day
chronicles of a work-at-home cami… the late start day
The late start day. It's a problem just for parents, but not unique to work from home parents or even working parents. It throws a monkey wrench in any parents day. Most of the time I work in my pajamas or one of my boyfriend's oversized t-shirts, depending on the weather. Unless I have to … Continue reading chronicles of a work-at-home cami… the late start day
chronicles of a work-at-home cami… office enemy number one
My desk is my dining table, though I seldom work from it preferring to work in my office wich doubles as a living room because that way I can keep an eye on my co-workers who, in the form of mindless movies and televisions shows as white noise, are always plotting something. I might as … Continue reading chronicles of a work-at-home cami… office enemy number one
wherein we discuss another reason my coworkers can be happy they don’t share an office with me…
I sing. Loud and long and hard. Not particularly well. Actually, particularly poorly. I don't know all the words. I make them up as I go along. I don't do karaoke. Usually while I'm cooking. Maybe in a car. Potentially walking down the street. Not in the shower. And quite often, while I work. Whistling while … Continue reading wherein we discuss another reason my coworkers can be happy they don’t share an office with me…
she didn’t actually get to know me until facebook…
I know this is going to be hard for some of you to believe, but I have a friend. A good one. We do friend things like not seeing or speaking to one another for months and then hanging out briefly while I'm in my pajamas working. She says pithy things and I laugh. Then … Continue reading she didn’t actually get to know me until facebook…
great things come in small packages…
A couple of months ago on one of my rare visits to the office my boss asked if he could have a word with me. You all know what that's like? That moment of abject terror when you review everything you have done or could be called out on for the last week, two weeks, … Continue reading great things come in small packages…
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