Today, I am curiously apathetic. I have difficulty getting up much enthusiasm for work, but now that I'm on lunch (where on lunch means I can open Opera and do non-work stuff around food and work, rather than one of these la-di-dah leaving the desk lunches some people get), I'm having a rough time mustering the will to as much as surf the web. The hum of the fileserver behind me is soporific, and at any moment now, I may actually doze off. It's not that I'm tired, really; there's energy here all right. It's just below the surface someplace.
And work keeps piling up, and I'm looking at it in an disinterested, abstract way, calculating the time to shovel it away into the maw of the servers, and coming up with estimates varying from two hours to six days, depending on when Marketing & Co decide that that's what they want. There are seven elements of the weekend's Kentucky Derby promotions on the list; I have stuff done on six of them, and in all six, material has had to be redone as people changed their minds. This image of the web as this ephermeral thing that can change at a moment's notice has got to go; it can change in no time at all, if there are some months of work put in beforehand. If I'm kept busy changing it manually, that groundwork will never be laid.
I would like to go out and get the new Dungeon, and go further along the street and pick up
inannajones' watch-pendant, in for repairs, but it doesn't look like time will permit. Time barely permits these run-on sentences with too many semi-colons.
And work keeps piling up, and I'm looking at it in an disinterested, abstract way, calculating the time to shovel it away into the maw of the servers, and coming up with estimates varying from two hours to six days, depending on when Marketing & Co decide that that's what they want. There are seven elements of the weekend's Kentucky Derby promotions on the list; I have stuff done on six of them, and in all six, material has had to be redone as people changed their minds. This image of the web as this ephermeral thing that can change at a moment's notice has got to go; it can change in no time at all, if there are some months of work put in beforehand. If I'm kept busy changing it manually, that groundwork will never be laid.
I would like to go out and get the new Dungeon, and go further along the street and pick up
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Weather - typcial Irish unpredictability!
Taxes - too high considering how badly they're used...
Government - don't get me started...
Broadcasting companies - RTE couldn't organise a piss-up in a brewery, the only thing they're good at is importing foreign shows.
Mass media - most of sucks, particularly the Unison / Indo / Herald crowd. And the Dublin Daily is crap!
Parents - don't get me started....heh!