Artful Scheme of Happiness

A brand new day

I found out on Friday that I received a promotion at work. As of today, I am a permanent employee with paid vacations and holidays off and all the other little perqs that come with a signed contract. Very exciting, so why am I nervous?

Wish me luck!

posted by art @ 7:52 AM

Run, run away

I didn't think things could get any more exciting in my old neighborhood. Now I'm even happier that I got out when I did. Looks like there was a shooting two houses down from the house in which I used to live!

Yikes. I hope the old Landlord is ok. Looks like he'd better stop renting rooms at the Motel Georgian in order to watch HBO!

posted by art @ 7:38 AM

The times, they are a-changin'

The firm I work for has been swallowed up by an even larger firm. This would ordinarily make very little difference in my life, except that the new firm has a very strange and disturbing policy: the use of outside e-mail providers (e.g. Gmail, Hotmail, etc.) is strictly prohibited. So, if y'all aren't hearing from me, that's why. I work at work (or I stare out the window), and at home I'm not too interested in using the computer.

Seattle has been plagued with snowstorm after exciting snowstorm. It's been amusing to watch the behavior. Usually in Seattle, if ten snowflakes fall, the whole city starts whining and crying and everyone stays home. But now that we've had four or five days of actual snowfall (not consecutive) this year, people are starting to realize that they do sort of have to get on with their lives.

For the first snowstorm this year (Wisconsinites would have called this a "light dusting of snow"), we received e-mails at work warning us of what was coming. Then we received voice messages telling us to be as careful as possible if we did decide to come to work, but the much better option would be to stay at home. By the third snowstorm, we were only receiving voice messages along the lines of "stay home if you have to." Yesterday, the biggest snowstorm of all, with between two and six inches of snow falling (and in Seattle, a city with no more than ten snowplows): nothing. Not an e-mail, not a voicemail. Nothing. What gives?

posted by art @ 7:07 AM