Saturday, September 23, 2006

Sat
23
Sep
2006

That Guy is Whacked

Feeling a little dreary today. It's cold, it's cloudy and I've got cramps. Yuck. I'm tempted to go crawl back into bed and warm up.

My boss is psycho. He got pissy with me yesteday because the client's ad he wanted me to update used fonts not installed on my machine and I asked on which machine the ad had been created so I could either do the revision on that machine or copy the font to my machine. He snapped at me, "Nevermind, I'll make the changes myself." Geez, like it's my fault you've got different fonts on all your damned machines. You're also not a designer, so I know you couldn't do it yourself. If you could, you woudln't need to pay us. Loser. Can't wait until I don't work there anymore.

I rented those Firefly discs to check out. I've gotten through one episode and I'm not impressed so far. In fact, I'm quite bored by it. If I haven't changed my opinion by the time I'm though with the first disc, I'm sending both discs back and removing the rest from my queue. Time is too precious to waste on stuff that doesn't interest me.

All right...I'll think I'll head over to The Container Store instead of going to bed. I need to see how much it costs to get some racks to better utilize space in my cabinets. I'm tired of all of the wasted space above my mugs.