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I’ve had one of those weeks. Unfortunately it’s lasted about a month.

Besides the gravity of home ownership settling in after the new purchase (mostly brought on by a steady stream of problems), I then managed to get sick and miss two days of my 9-to-5 gig. Which, incidentally, runs from 7AM to 4:30PM.

On top of it all, I’ve been dealing with a new client regarding a design job. If you’ve been following my random 140-character mini-rants on Twitter, you kind of know what I’m up against. For those of you who aren’t yet addicted, here’s a synopsis:

Client hires me to create a full identity for a new company. Business system, collateral, web site, the works. Down to mailing labels and email signatures; we’re talking the whole package here. And it has to be done now. Immediately. Like, yesterday. And for that extra bit of a challenge: they won’t actually let me design it.
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Meeting shmeeting

So, you want me to be an effective, involved employee? Here’s a tip: the all-morning planning meeting is the exact opposite of that. Outside of meetings, I can actually do work. Like the kind you pay me to do.

Locked in meetings that have no relevance to my job, here’s what you get:

Hope that was what you were looking for.

I used to be cool. No, really.

First Fridays in Phoenix is a community art walk that is hosted by the local businesses and galleries in the downtown area. I used to go when I was in college, back when my course schedule consisted entirely of various art classes and more free time than I care to remember. Now in my thirties, it’s taken me a few days to recover from my first First Friday event in years, and I’ve had a chance to reflect on the experience.

Standing in the gravel driveway behind what is now a home-turned-art gallery, surrounded by a whirling mass of eclectics, with their unkempt hair, earth-friendly woven fabrics, and exhaling a strange, unfamiliar smoke, a realization came to me:
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Give me a break.

Came in today to this little gem of an email:

Hello,

At the last staff meeting last week, (our manager) asked everyone to clean up their office by the end of March, and to asked us to tell our staffs to do the same.

Please make an effort to tidy up by the end of March as requested. Doing so will make the document management process easier when we get to paper files later in the year.

If you need any filing tools or desk accessories to help you do the job, please let me know.

Give me a break. My office isn’t a pig sty by any stretch but it is certainly more cluttered than the manager’s offices. Know why?

Because I actually do work in it.

My reaction to the MLB steroids report

Can you even see the front of that thing?

This morning I was almost run over by yet another unqualified driver, and I just don’t feel like the tiny beep-beep of my horn was enough of a cry against the onslaught. I hope that this site doesn’t end up becoming one of those rant-a-day sites, but I can be quiet no more. I have a bone to pick, and it isn’t with someone you usually associate with, um, bone picking. I have a problem with the Soccer Mom.

What!? A complaint against that bastion of parental involvement? What am I, a communist? Are apple pie and hot dogs next? No. Not until I get run over by an apple pie or a hot dog.
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