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09.16.2002 - 8:49 p.m.
Monday
It definitely feels like fall
today. When I got up, it was dark and dreary and grey and rainy
and there’s leaves all over the place and ARGGH I am just
not ready for this yet.
I had a pretty good weekend,
considering I was all on my lonesome. Ran around on Saturday
spending money, because that is an activity I always enjoy. Later,
in an obsessive fervor, I repotted all of my houseplants. No
one can say I don’t know how to party!
Sunday I had my hair done.
Vanessa the Very Serious Hairdresser painstakenly foiled many
different hues of goodness into my root-tastic tresses. She also
gave me a haircut I am feeling insecure about. She spent hours
creating all these edgy textured Meg Ryanesque layers, and either
it looks pretty cool or I look like I’ve been attacked by
a weedeater. I’m just not sure yet.
And for Sunday evening, I holed
up on the sofa and watched like 4 episodes of Maternity Ward,
back to back. That show completely freaks me out, but I’m
totally addicted to it. It’s like if I turn on the Discovery
Channel and they’re doing some horrible show about tarantulas
– I can’t change the channel. God, the sheer goopiness
of chilbirth. The wailing, the pushing, the spurting liquids!
This morning I woke up with
the dog snuggled warmly on the left side of me, and the cat curled
on the right side of me. I just lay there for a while in total
comfort, occasionally stroking a velvety ear or cupping a purring
head. All was peace. Then the dog got randomly active and starting
nosing me. Then she started licking her lips. And then she started
making a gu-glurt, gu-glurt sound.
Barf Alert! Code Red! I leaped
out of bed and ran down the hall, calling her. She gamely followed,
gu-glurting away. I practically broke my wrist yanking open the
door, and she raced outside before delivering her hurlage. Good
dog, I said feelingly. A mound of dog yarp on the bed was
not how I wanted to start my day.
Oh, then a few minutes later
she ate it. The barf, I mean. Bet you’re glad I told you
that.
So today I’ve been watching
my email like a, like a something that watches email, waiting
for our very first retail order from Big Honkin Software Retailer.
For Workplace, it’s been
a long hard road trying to break into retail. There’s the
whole business of having to package your software. There’s
the retailers who won’t talk to you unless you’re carried
by Big Distributor, who won’t talk to you because you haven’t
made enough sales and also because your astrological sign does
not match theirs.
Getting picked up by Big Honkin
Software Retailer is a very big deal for us. It signifies the
beginning of something, the start of our boxes sitting on shelves
across the country. It’s also really scary because BHSR
is an 800-pound gorilla who can basically demand that we bend
over and take it up the old tan track when it comes to actually
getting paid.
I was told that the order would
be coming in this week, and it was strongly suggested to me that
we have 1000 boxes of each product ready to ship. So it’s
been utter madness the last few days, rush-ordering more Cds
and version stickers and barcode stickers and whatnot. The “fulfillment
company” we use (two guys operating out of their house)
have filled their entire living room with boxes.
WILL Workplace experience a
rollicking wave of retail SUCCESS? OR will Workplace lose its
proverbial shirt and LEAVE Sundry once again unemployed? Only
TIME will tell.
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comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004
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