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12.18.2002 - 7:01 p.m.
Wednesday
At work the other day:
A: "So according to our
online store, we should hit the one million dollar mark sometime
tomorrow".
Me: "We should somehow make it so that the customer see
balloons and confetti and big announcements telling them they
are our one million dollar customer!"
A: (in Very Dire tones) "I really don't think we should
tell our customers how much money we've made."
Me: "Oh, I think we should tell all of our customers everything.
What size shoe we wear...our darkest secret dreams...."
S: (piping in) "I *really* think it's a bad idea to tell
our customers how much money we've made."
Me: (giving up): "Guys. I was kidding. KIDDING."
A: (droningly): "For one thing, the engineering effort would
be enormous and -"
S: (broken record) "Telling our customers how much money
we've made is a *really* bad idea."
Me: "KIDDING. I was JOKING. I WASN'T SERIOUS."
A: "Another reason it's a bad idea is..."
Gah. GAH. Working with engineers.
GAH.
It's the truth that for a majority
of Workplace geeks, their favorite activity in the whole wide
world is sinking their pointy little teeth into a given subject
and holding on for dear life. At the end of the day you've got
a wet, gnawed-up piece of crap, but that's about it.
Do I like my job? I guess the
most honest response I can come up with is "sometimes".
But that's probably the case for most people.
The one thing that makes me
most unhappy about Workplace is that I don't have a mentor. How
does a marketing person get things done in a company full of
engineers who like to criticize almost every single decision
but have no real life marketing experience of their own? It's
not always easy, or fun. At the prime time in my career/life,
I'm missing out on the opportunity to be learning from
someone. Someone with managerial strengths, marketing savvy.
Someone who occasionally says, "Nice job." Or, "here's
how I think you could have done that better."
But no, it's just me. Trying
to please the ultra-conservative one, the paranoid one, the clueless
one, the out-on-a-limb one, the 15 year old one - while trying
to feel good about what I do along the way. Sometimes it's ok,
sometimes it sucks.
Who ever had a job that didn't?
Suck sometimes, I mean. Right?
Myeh.
I'm just grumpy because I'm
mired in tradeshow preparation hell, yet again. What sadist
scheduled Macworld (Geekapalooza 2003) for right after the holidays,
that's what I want to know.
I did have a fun afternoon
yesterday at work. There's been this packet of Harry Potter Bertie
Botts jellybeans lying around the office for weeks on end, and
I decided we needed to do an official Workplace Taste Test. I
tried the Sardine flavor first.
Scott: "Well?"
Me (chewing): "It's like...it's...OHH GOD IT'S SO HORRIBLE.
BLEAARGH. Glack. Mylmp."
Scott: "I'm going to try Dirt." (chew chew) "Huh,
tastes just like dirt."
Me: "Try the Vomit!"
Scott (clearly insane): "Ok!" (chew) "It's kind
of...no, it's just awful. Awful."
I tried Grass, Dirt, and Spinach,
but I drew the line at Vomit.
Later I offered a Sardine bean
to Funky Boss, who cheerily accepted ("I like sardines!").
It went like this:
1) Gamely chewing with vaguely
expectant look.
2) Dawning expression of sheer disgust and horror.
3) Frantic spitting and clawing at tongue with tissue.
When I got home I gave one
to JB, and watched the whole show all over again. Whee!
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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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