nothing gets your day started off right more than a nice, well-timed mail server crash.
at least it wasn’t next week, i guess.Browsing Posts published by sabrina
what really sucks is when you get multiple emails and phone calls from various people around campus who know you work on a certain project, mentioning that they discovered the stealth resurrection of its features and wish that you would have sent mail about it … and you can’t go yell at your boss that “I TOLD YOU SO” because that would be unprofessional. i mean, i’m not fourteen, but … (jumping up and down) … i really wanna!
i totally told them so. but i lost the debate. oooh, check out passive aggressive, cranky sabrina. the vague veiling of topics in this blog fools no one; i wonder why i bother, really.I’ve been trying for a week or so to figure out what flickr is. I mean I know it’s a photo sharing site, but what makes it so damn interesting? Then, last night, I finally figured it out: flickr is a MMORPG.
—antenna.
i have to admit to having felt the same confusion. what the heck is so special about flickr? i mean, i’ve got two accounts myself — http://www.flickr.com/photos/sldownard/ is one to which, for the purposes of this blog entry, i just uploaded a picture of tiger, pissed off after i had him get a lion cut for the summer in my a/c-free apartment in hyde park, a couple of years ago — but only because two different friends each wanted me to sign up so they could get a free pro account. as the article says, i still think of it as iPhoto and friendster‘s bastard child. i’m sure there’s an appeal, i just haven’t figured out what it is yet.i’m really excited.
i slept without my stupid brace last night — really, because i went to bed without it on and said “ah, fuck it” rather than get back out of bed and figure out where i left the thing — and have gone without it all day. my wrist is getting better… much better! i’m so pleased. first of all, today, i was doing my physical therapy , and suddenly realized that i could turn my wrist palm-up at not just more than a 90° angle — which was previously all i could manage, and that on a good day — but all the way to about 3/4 of the way (or about 135°). i still can’t do much in the way of flipping my hand back more than a smidge, or about halfway down, and side to side (think, a royal wave) is right out as i can barely go either way, but i’m extremely excited about the twisting. this inspired me to try doing downward dog, modified slightly (foam brick for my right hand, which was in a fist rather than flat, so my weight was on my knuckles). and it worked! it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world for my poor sad knuckles (though better with my foam blocks at home than with the wood blocks at the yoga studio — meep!), but it was possible. i am extremely excited. i haven’t gone for yoga class since before i went to atlanta, but now i’m thinking i might stop by tomorrow. if i’m more trouble for the instructor than it’s worth, for whatever things i have to modify or skip, then i can give it a little while before coming back again, but i miss it. yaaaaay, dr. mass! nice man who fixed my stupid broken wrist! woohoo! (well, i’m sure there are also some residents who got to help implant surgical steel into my body who deserve credit, and that cute physical therapist who couldn’t read dr. mass’ handwriting, but, you know, he’s the only one whose name i caught…)You should definitely quit your job. You’re using your job as an excuse not to do what you are really meant to. Obviously, who you are and what you do are solidly connected in your mind. Chances are your very spirit is entrepreneurial, or you have a deep-seated disrespect for all authority, or you have to do something that is eating at you for your neglect it. Quit already. Go, start your own company, write the novel, paint the picture. People like you, at your stage of life really shouldn’t be working for anyone else.
