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Jun. 8th, 2004 09:39 pmI finished (sort of) my first report program at work today. There's more to do to it now, but I finished what I thought to be the original specifications. It is a Thing Of Beauty. A bunch of columns printed on that funny wide paper under delightfully aligned headings. Yes, that's right, I said delightfully aligned. If you've ever tried to get the hang of getting that right you'll know what I'm talking about. I asked G if there was a trick to it, and she looked entirely too cheerful when she said no. I may be in for a fun ride. It's hard for me to get back in the swing of conceptualizing stuff like this. I think in pixels and tables and padding and margins now, not columns of text. I'm sure it'll come back eventually.
Speaking of G, she asked me today if I didn't ever get tired of reading, and I had to say that I didn't, really. Oh, I'll get tired of it in a day sometimes, and want to go find something else to do, but I don't think I ever get tired of reading. I've just always been a reader. My mom cornered her optometrist cousin at a family reunion when I was eight and asked him if she should make me stop reading all the time because my eyes were so bad and getting worse all the time. I was just always fascinated with words and paper. (That's why I like the internet so much. It's fast paper.) People always say that reading is good for your mind, and those same people usually speak of television like it's evil incarnate. This might be the minority opinion, but I actually am not so sure that there's anything inherently good about reading as opposed to television. I think it most often is a lot better, but trashy novels--and I do mean select trashy novels, not, for instance, 50% of the fiction market (romance) because I don't consider all, or even most, romance novels inherently trashy, either, and yes, I'm a little defensive on the subject--can be a lot less edifying than television. It's kind of funny when people are such total snobs about it. I don't think I really have a point.. it's just something I've been considering lately. Also, I've been looking for an excuse to use my current favorite word--inherent. It's such a good word, don't you think, and I got to use it three times in this journal entry. Yay!
Speaking of words, I've decided to open a bookstore. I'm going to call it Liberal Larry's, and we're gonna have strippers in the back. It'll be a, shall we say, progressive bookstore. And no, I don't mean "adult" when i say "progressive." I guess I was thinking more along the lines of feminist, although perhaps strippers might not be the best marketing ploy for feminists. Actually, I think you would have just had to have been there for this one.
Speaking of having to be there, the rumor this afternoon is that we might not have to work on Friday. I left before there was an official word on the subject (if there was indeed the awaited email this afternoon) but it was looking pretty hopeful when I left. The governor has declared Friday to be a Day of Reverence and Thanksgiving in honor of the death of Ronald Reagan, and as a result, state offices will be closed. The office where I work is somehow--and I haven't yet figured out how exactly--not completely part of this mandate, so they don't have to let us have the day off. Or at least, that's what I've gathered, but I'm the new girl and my grasp of key concepts is a little skewed at times. Still, a day off would be absolutely fabulous, and not in the way of stupid British sitcoms.
Speaking of grasping key concepts, why can't people understand that if they have business hours on their website, they should be open during those hours? We decided to go to a bookstore tonight, so, like any good technogeek, looked up their website and made sure they were open. They close at eight, so we hopped in the car and drove there. Guess what time they close? Eight? Of course not! They close at six! We were back home sixteen minutes later, after having been accosted in the middle of town by a man who yelled at us that we looked nice holding hands--not in those words, or even any close approximation of those exact words. Actually, it took both of us to reconstruct the entirety of what the man said because it made no sense, but that's the gist of what he meant. I guess if you have to be accosted by men in the street, being complimented on your snuggliness is as good a reason as any.
Speaking of snuggliness, isn't it bedtime already?
Speaking of G, she asked me today if I didn't ever get tired of reading, and I had to say that I didn't, really. Oh, I'll get tired of it in a day sometimes, and want to go find something else to do, but I don't think I ever get tired of reading. I've just always been a reader. My mom cornered her optometrist cousin at a family reunion when I was eight and asked him if she should make me stop reading all the time because my eyes were so bad and getting worse all the time. I was just always fascinated with words and paper. (That's why I like the internet so much. It's fast paper.) People always say that reading is good for your mind, and those same people usually speak of television like it's evil incarnate. This might be the minority opinion, but I actually am not so sure that there's anything inherently good about reading as opposed to television. I think it most often is a lot better, but trashy novels--and I do mean select trashy novels, not, for instance, 50% of the fiction market (romance) because I don't consider all, or even most, romance novels inherently trashy, either, and yes, I'm a little defensive on the subject--can be a lot less edifying than television. It's kind of funny when people are such total snobs about it. I don't think I really have a point.. it's just something I've been considering lately. Also, I've been looking for an excuse to use my current favorite word--inherent. It's such a good word, don't you think, and I got to use it three times in this journal entry. Yay!
Speaking of words, I've decided to open a bookstore. I'm going to call it Liberal Larry's, and we're gonna have strippers in the back. It'll be a, shall we say, progressive bookstore. And no, I don't mean "adult" when i say "progressive." I guess I was thinking more along the lines of feminist, although perhaps strippers might not be the best marketing ploy for feminists. Actually, I think you would have just had to have been there for this one.
Speaking of having to be there, the rumor this afternoon is that we might not have to work on Friday. I left before there was an official word on the subject (if there was indeed the awaited email this afternoon) but it was looking pretty hopeful when I left. The governor has declared Friday to be a Day of Reverence and Thanksgiving in honor of the death of Ronald Reagan, and as a result, state offices will be closed. The office where I work is somehow--and I haven't yet figured out how exactly--not completely part of this mandate, so they don't have to let us have the day off. Or at least, that's what I've gathered, but I'm the new girl and my grasp of key concepts is a little skewed at times. Still, a day off would be absolutely fabulous, and not in the way of stupid British sitcoms.
Speaking of grasping key concepts, why can't people understand that if they have business hours on their website, they should be open during those hours? We decided to go to a bookstore tonight, so, like any good technogeek, looked up their website and made sure they were open. They close at eight, so we hopped in the car and drove there. Guess what time they close? Eight? Of course not! They close at six! We were back home sixteen minutes later, after having been accosted in the middle of town by a man who yelled at us that we looked nice holding hands--not in those words, or even any close approximation of those exact words. Actually, it took both of us to reconstruct the entirety of what the man said because it made no sense, but that's the gist of what he meant. I guess if you have to be accosted by men in the street, being complimented on your snuggliness is as good a reason as any.
Speaking of snuggliness, isn't it bedtime already?
