The morning’s commute was an exercise in missed connections. The subway train pulled out just as I reached the platform. Making the connection from the subway to the light rail can be the matter of moments. Up one escalator, up another escalator, across the street, down a block and a half, across a four-lane highway,Continue reading “On Missing Connections”
Category Archives: Work
On Fried Brain Mush
I wrote a lot at work on Monday. I wrote a lot yesterday. I wrote even more than that today. My brain feels like mush. That’s been fried. Fortunately, tomorrow I can sleep in. Take a nap, even. I might even write the four-hundred word article on a Stephen King novel I’ve been assigned. ThatContinue reading “On Fried Brain Mush”
On That Feeling of Relief
I poured myself a cup of coffee this morning. I stirred in some sugar. I poured in a dollop of milk. And I had this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I sent three publications to press on Thursday and Friday at the office. And I had this gut feeling that I’d gottenContinue reading “On That Feeling of Relief”
On Writing Macros At Work
For a variety of reasons, I needed to talk to a colleague of mine at work today. He’d needed a document from me yesterday, and I wanted to check and see if that was something that he was going to need on a monthly basis going forward. Never hurts to check, right? Well, in theContinue reading “On Writing Macros At Work”
On Writing to Music
I can’t speak for other writers, but speaking for this writer, I like to write while listening to music. There’s something about having music flowing around me that makes the words flow. Some writers, I’ve heard, like to write to soundtracks or classical music. I like to write to jazz. I don’t have a largeContinue reading “On Writing to Music”
On More Bloggery Thinking
Two weeks ago I put together a WordPress theme for a possible work blog. It’s nothing great — it’s a free CSS template, married to some php code I pulled together, plus some CSS jiggery-pokery &mdsh; and as a tech demo it does pretty much what I wanted it to: it showed that a visionContinue reading “On More Bloggery Thinking”
On the Sixth Floor’s Weather
This is a test of the emergency broadcast system. If this were a real test, broadcasters in your area would have followed this announcement with beer. Instead… My sixth floor cubicle has one major flaw. It’s frigid. The air conditioning vent is right above my head. I look up, and that’s all I see. TheContinue reading “On the Sixth Floor’s Weather”
On Copy Machine Follies
On the sixth floor there is a copy machine. The sixth floor is built around a central elevator quad. If you step off the elevator, my cubicle is on the eastern side of the building. The copy machine is on the western side of the building. Think of the sixth floor as being like aContinue reading “On Copy Machine Follies”
On the View From the Sixth Floor
My cubicle is on the building’s sixth floor. The building is glass. Blue glass. Windows run from floor to ceiling. At a guess, I’m sixty-five, maybe seventy feet off the ground. Could be a little higher; the ground floor isn’t quite level with the ground. Birds fly by. Clouds look amazing from up here. IContinue reading “On the View From the Sixth Floor”
On the End of the Week
It seemed, as the week wore on, that I would never get through the things I needed to do at work this week. I had writing. I have proofing. I had more writing. I had more proofing. I had to do research for writing. I had to get clearances on various things. It never seemedContinue reading “On the End of the Week”