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June 2001

Interesting observations from an office

No one works Monday because they are too tired and depressed.

Everyone schedules meetings on Tuesday so they can plan how to make up for the time they wasted on Monday.

Wednesday some work gets done.

Thursday the sleep deprivation is starting to kick in and no one can concentrate and a lot of chatting but very little work gets done.

Friday everyone spends the morning making up things they can say they did all week and the afternoon watching the clock and waiting to bolt.

Rinse. Repeat.


One more day to go.

I have no money left. My car insurance expires at midnight and I'm getting phone calls from bill collectors. If I was still doing nothing but private consulting I'd be so fucked. But I'm not fucked because Friday is payday!!! Yay! Who wants to get hammered at Organica?

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I thnk someone had a really bad day...

I noticed a broken window about fifteen storeys up on the Royal Bank tower.

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I didn't see this one coming

A day that didn't suck! The morning flew by, followed by a two hour strategy meeting that not only took two hours out of the day, but was in fact useful, followed by some coding that was actually interesting. Go figure.


I can't decide

Does my life suck or not? Work bit ass, of course. Would you believe I'm actually working on a project for a guy named Raybert. I can't hear his name without thinking "Dogbert". But then I took an alternate way home and I started feeling so much better. Rather than walking over the bridge I took one of the little Granville Island ferries across False Creek so I could stop by the market on the way home. This could become addicting. I love boats, and then walking through the market on the way home is perfect.


Just over an hour to go

I'm so tired. I want to go home and eat, paint, draw, work on the Sin City website, and just generally get the fuck out of here.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/43069.html


If you are a secret fan of coma babies...

The Vancouver Province, once upon a time a real newspaper, seems to be degrading even further into the realm of yellow press lately, only marginally floating above the level of the Weekly World News. They seem to be targeting the technophobia their readers lately. Today's headline is "Cellphone Companies Secretly Developing Cancer Shields" and on Friday the cover story was about a doctor at Vancouver General Hospital that provided cadavers to the US millitary for secret radiation experiments.


Back to "Normal"

Yup. Here I am again, cozy in my grey box, drinking coffee just to stay awake and trying to decide how to escape the mediocrity I have fallen into. There is only so much musing I can do over my condition here before it all becomes redundant. How many times can I ramble about the mind-numbing pedestrianism of this before my complaints themselves become hackneyed? What do I have to add that you can't see in "Office Space" or read in a "Dilbert" cartoon?


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