Chrisonomicon

Friday, September 22, 2000

Exhaustion sets in over me like a blanket. I've been gazing at this screen for over twelve hours now and my eyes have begun to unfocus. Looking up, the room swims; it is a blurred, splotchy watercolor. I really haven't had any reason to go home because Kurt left for the Utah game this morning and my friends are either saving money or preoccupied. So, here I sit, still at work.

I was considering bringing my webcam so I could get a live feed with the T1 line we have. It wouldn't be as interesting as the stills I've been taking lately, but it would allow me to truly make the transition from a web presence to a web exhibitionist. Wait. Is that what I'm really aiming for here? I can't remember.

Have you ever cried at work? Everyone was crying today in my office, even some of the guys. I didn't cry. I'm a tough guy. But anyways, the reason everyone was bawling like little babies is because my manager turned in her resignation and left today. It was quite a shock because everyone believed she would be sticking around, not to mention she was the best boss this department's had for years. Maybe this is a good thing, though. Not only for her, but it leaves an opening for the new manager that will look like Jan-Michael Gambill.

As for me, I'm pretty much cemented into my position here for another two to three years. Did I mention I got new business cards? The coloring is Bone. And the lettering is something called Silian Grail.