Ha.

this took me forever to get up on my blog. So everyone must watch the video of an iris plant being yank from my yard by a truck.

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or not

I had a little ego boost at work today!!

Background. Our e-mail system SUCKS. Not just because it's Outlook 2000 (or some such). But it has 200 MB space per user. MEGA BYTES. 200! TINY. You get a new script, and a couple revisions. Forget about it. Then, the server is only accessible when you have a hard wire port plugged in to your computer. Fine for the office folk. NSM for the production folk on laptops.

A bunch of us were complaining at lunch one day, and the person who is in charge of the procuring of IT services made a face, and said sternly, and defensively, "look, that shit costs money, and we just don't have that much. Server space is expensive!".

First I was like "dude, get a 1TB drive, and slap it on the server. $150, no problem". Nope, server is off-site, to save $ on maintenance. So, then I researched Google e-mail. If I can get a FREE e-mail account with 25 GB or something, why can't we use their services?!? Turns out we can. $50/user/year. And apparently, it's A LOT cheaper than what we are getting now.

This will open the door to Google Calendars, which import into iCal just fine! And maybe utilize Google Groups to post files that outside artists can access as well as internal employees!

Ahh, my dream of paper free theater is slowly coming to fruition!

OK, now I gotta put the clean sheets on the bed, and go to sleep.

Good for you, omnis! Sweet dreams.

I came across an interesting opportunity today. I had planned on getting a job as an operations manager as quickly as possible since that's where my skills are but I learned in career counseling it's not my ideal job. The problem is it could take months (or forver even) for me to figure out what I really want to be when I grow up.

Then I saw a job ad for grass roots organizers to help overturn prop 8. I'm sure the pay is crap and there are no benefits but I've got COBRA through the end of December and this is something I am extremely passionate about. Is it a crazy idea to put off the "real job" so I can do something that makes a difference while I figure out what my dream job is?

Laga, If you can afford it, and you are free of obligations that would preclude you from being happy while doing the work, I'd say go for it.

Perhaps you will find your ideal job, or at least a much better idea along the way.

beth b, that was a lot of iris. I didn't know it got that big.

Offerings for librarians

More library humor: [link]

Sample quotes that have kept me up in the middle of the night, laughing:

Customer: *points to my coffee cup* “Give me that! You don’t deserve it. Only rich people like me deserve coffee and tea!”

and

Young woman: “BUT I DIDN’T COME INTO THE LIBRARY TO READ!”

and

Library Patron, looking at keyboard: “These letters are all mixed up!”

Me: “Uh, well…”

Library Patron: “Have they always been like this?”

Me: “Only since the 1800’s. Here, let me do the typing.”

omnis, I lost track of where you're going, but have a great time! (Somewhere warm?)

There is a coffee shop in my neighborhood that has a wheelchair/stroller ramp....at the top of a two-step stoop.

My new doctor's office has a lovely long, not-too-steep ramp up from the street to the front door - with a step right at the top of the ramp. Ah, building planning errors.

It's drive-home-to-London time again. Last week it took me six hours to get up here (should be 3 or 4), 'cause traffic. I am very much hoping it will be quicker today. I have new Tori Amos and Guillemots CDs. Wonder if I should get an audiobook from Audible, too...

Crap.

My throat was bothering me off and on yesterday and I didn't really think anything of it. This morning I've been coughing, these really dry, irritating coughs. I still don't feel bad otherwise, so I'm hoping it's not anything that will develop into something icky. Really don't want icky.

Geez Barb, feel better soon. May it turn out to be some wacky allergy, and the plant only blooms one day every ten years.

Seska, happy driving.

{{{Barb}}} You really have had more than your fair share of icky this summer. Feel better.