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As you know, the word ‘reticent‘ is defined by Websters as ‘reluctant’, i.e., unwilling or hesitant.

My new word, diareticent is a reluctance to eat anything that will cause gastric distress. For instance, ‘After eating someones forgotten Hot Pocket at work, I will be quite diareticent to steal unmarked lunches from the freezer at work’.

Feel free to use this word in your daily life and think of me the next time you are perched upon cold porcelain.

Lately, it seems I am more and more unhappy with the way my life is going. Not at home, but professionally. I have a great job, I like most of the people I work with, but I’m just not sure where it’s going.

It’s like there’s a glass ceiling (of emotion - thanks Anchorman!) of some sort, and I have hit it. To go any higher, I’d have to stop doing what I’m doing (which i love, to be honest). If I progress and move up the ladder any further, I’m going to get involved in things other than technology, and things that I see as deterrents to progress (like sales and marketing and shit). Sure, the money might be nice, but I kind of like having a soul.

Yes, I like the marketing aspect of ‘we need to brainstorm and come up with something quick’, but I’ve got a big problem with meeting after meeting after meeting with nothing getting resolved. For instance, at work we have a website that has had a generic ’site name’ title for about 6 months, despite numerous emails & discussions about changing to to something useful, like, um, the company name or a description of what we do. Ugh.

I’ve lately gotten to the point where instead of making casual suggestions, I’ve simply forged ahead and done things myself instead of waiting for interminable debate to occur or making very pointed comments.
What disturbs me the most about it is that no one seems to care that I’ve done it. We’re so focused on one thing (sales) that everything else is incidental and unimportant and falls by the wayside.

I said recently in a company newsletter, how proud I was to work for a company that is making a difference. I don’t feel like that is something I can take pride in now, becuase we aren’t making a difference. We’re just another company trying to make big numbers.

I can’t fathom how it got this way or how I can handle that. I’m too restless to sit quietly and complacently as we drive ourselves into a rut.
:(

A few years back, Holly and I attended an event sponsored by Intel, in Atlanta. We were guests of my boss at the time, Bliz, and the event was for OEM chip users.

The night was dinner and drinks and entertainment, provided by none other than Richard Jeni, who was already a well known performer. He was freaking funny and very accessible, and it was really amazing to sit around having a few drinks while listening to this genuinely funny guy rant and rave and hold court over a willing audience.

Every time I’ve seen him since then, i always think back to that night and how neat it was that he played such a small venue and really enjoyed it and seemed actually happy to be there. Very cool.

Richard Jeni died of a suicide yesterday, the 10th of March, 2007. RIP.

From the Consumerist…

Too funny. The code is broken…

Supporting a opinion formed early in life that restaurant employees were some sort of special breed of genius, here is the Waffle House condiment code cheat sheet. Yes, your order is communicated via a code based on the arrangement of little packets of condiments on an empty plate. Everyone who has ever worked at a Waffle House is smarter than us. —MEGHANN MARCO

Earlier, I was talking to Andy on iChat, and was telling him about making dinner earlier, and about enjoying cooking.

I wrote:

I love to cook. the timing, the pressure, the presentation at the end, the satisfied sounds of people enjoying it. it’s like sex, but messier.

I hate to toot my own own horn, but that’s pretty freaking funny. Of course, ‘drew brings out the funny in me every time…

If only I could make a living out of being a smartass. Sigh.