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This is my Friday evening. An assorted rainbow of annoyance. 

I am currently engaged in a game of pass the hot potato with a creative director. In a frantic attempt to stall because his already-tardy deliverables aren't finished, he is stirring up a useless Q&A session, tacking on to one my previous emails (in his oh so appreciated ALL CAPS).

Whoever is left by the day not answering the last e-mail in this ridiculous chain can be blamed for "holding up" the process over the weekend.

So game on, punk. Still so many colors I can go though...

See lavender. See italicized and bolded cerulean. 

See right aligned bright screaming yellow.     

I handwash my dishes, biatch.

Recently, a client I work with sent an e-mail announcing that it was time for his yearly Linked In update and asked that I add him as a connection. For those unfamiliar with Linked In, it is a business-oriented social network aimed to help people build their professional network. Your current employer, former employers, college attended, along with corresponding dates are typical elements of your profile. For those with years of experience, a profile can be a badge of honor used to impress or intimidate colleagues. For example, just a quick glance at this client's profile reveals that he's currently the Chief Product Officer at his company and was a former VP of product development at AOL.

Not too shabby of a connection to have.

But here's the catch: I don't want to add him. Just one look at my profile and he'll realize that the girl telling him that he's delaying the project launch if he doesn't get his crap over ASAP is just a noob one year out of school. I feel like by revealing my age I'd lose the respect and trust I've built from the work I've done and he'd automatically begin to see me as a last resort to turn to on my team when issues arise. I've already observed this happening to a certain degree with a noticeable number of vendors I work with when they finally meet me face to face and discover how old I am. I think this is the first and last time since I turned 21 that I really wish I were older.

Funny note - the client also requested that if I had a Facebook account, that I befriend him since he apparently now spends more time on FB than Linked In. People in my industry are always looking to monetize off latest fads. The hot button these days seems to be Facebook and they are flocking onto the site in droves. How else to learn about why people are spending so much time with FB than to actually get involved with it?

I want to say the class of '05 is probably the oldest of the original generation of FB before it was opened up to non-college students, meaning they were still students when FB exploded. What that translates into is anyone '05 or younger has been tagged in 500+ pictures of drunken college debauchery. I can only imagine all the hush money people are going to have to pay because of FB if they ever want to run for public office. Although I routinely untag pictures every few months, my profile isn't exactly geared toward establishing a business network. I mean, hey, look at my page right now and you'll see graffiti my roommate drew of me passed out (drunk) on a couch, latest pictures of my escapades, and that I have recently dry-humped a friend with SuperPoke.

How's that for professional?

More Ponderings of a Cube Monkey...

Ctrl+alt+del

Back in the day, ctrl+alt+del meant all shit was hitting the fan: the eternal hourglass, weird lines and dots across the monitor, CPU Usage up to 99%. Execute and reboot. I've come to realize that ctrl+alt+del also seems to be the universal command to log on to a work computer. Now, every day begins with ctrl+alt+del. Fantastic. Shit hitting the fan even before my morning coffee. Those Microsoft programmers sure have a sense of humor.

Simple pleasures

There was this commercial about a year or so ago where three cube monkeys huddled by a printer and cheered/fistbumped when the machine successfully spit out a piece of paper. I used to laugh, but now that's exactly how I feel when this hunk of junk printer/copier/scanner/fax in my office functions correctly. It's pretty sad, but I must admit I do a little dance inside every time it prints. Half the time some service light is on and the other half of the time it jams. And when it jams, you have to open up the piece of crap in six difference places to fix jams. The repair guy is always here debugging it. I swear they build these things crappily just so they can get more money sending their repairmen.

Get out of work free card

No one's religious...until it's a religious holiday. Last week was a religious holiday and my office was almost half empty. I bet half of these people are non-observant, but it's not like you're allowed to question it. Same applies to ethnic holidays...like last year when the only other Asian person in my office sadly mentioned that Chinese New Years unfortunately fell on a weekend, so we couldn't take the day off. Right. Cause on CNY I really was decked out in my pajamas red clothes, parked on a couch watching TV visiting my ancestors in a grave yard, and eating cereal nian-gow. Mazel tov!

and in just a blink of an eye, it's been one year.

happy one year, new york.

a little less scared, still a lot worried, but still taking on the world. keep bringing it.

[...and how else to commemorate 6/23 but another big move to a new apt with some kickass chicks. ]