Back in the office. If I was home I'd probably be playing The Game and goofing around. My hands are cold. At least tonight there's only one source of music. The other night, there was music coming from all machines -- everyone competing with each other for best song. Everyone competing to force the other to hear, and like, their music.

Just now I think I will give up this work moment and go home. I feel tired out, sort of scared to drive. It's raining out -- cold, hard rain -- but my car is only on 38th and 8th Avenue. Hehhe -- which reminds me. When I first went to park today, I found a spot available only to find it was across from a porn shop. Evidently all the vehicles there were being watched by an Indian guy as he kept hovering around and staring at me. Turns out the zone was "No Parking!"

Hee hee.

New York.

Go Figure.

OK, so here I am again, at 7:09 PM, at work. This is the online interactive industry. Unreasonable deadlines. High expectations. How did it get this way?

My theory is that clients get tight deadlines from their bosses. They would do the work themselves, if the deadline was longer. It's not, so they call in someone to work over the weekend. Much like my company does with its vendors.

Right now I'm behind on a Statement of Work. I don't know really what I'm doing, anyway, for writing this SOW, which is probably part of the reason I am behind. That and bad planning. I should have made myself do a draft for Friday. But I didn't. Also, the content manager here lost the CD which I need to really talk about this work in the SOW. The guy has had it in for me anyway -- I think this is just his way of getting revenge. I gotta make sure though that I didn't just forget that I myself scooped up the CD. I have no memory, which you will see if you scroll down, so that is always an issue for me. It leads to random walks because I forgot why I left the house in the first place.

Which reminds me how much I like the journaling aspect of these Blogs. Why didn't I discover them sooner? It is not like me.

WE ARE LEAVING NOW!

Then after all that? One of the files is missing the freaking images. Argh.

It is now 12:17 AM and I'm still here. And so is Larry.

Here I am at work struggling with freaking PDF files out of QuarkExpress at 11:12 PM. Been at work since 10:30 AM so that's not so bad. Except for one thing: this won't be paid for. I'm freelance.

That sucks.

Why can't Quark fix it so that PDFs are easy to make??

This is a lot like a journal. Only you can make it public and anyone can read it. A pretty frightening thing in some ways. I've seen some train wrecks with people who made a blog public. Logix comes to mind immediately. "Logix" -- that's a long story how someone could have such a name. But they could. In certain worlds.

I wonder if there is a way to enable people to respond to your Blogs? Or if they just sit here anonymously read, or not read, and you don't get any response to what you've written. Writing in a vacuum.

I suppose I've heard about Blogging for a year; I may have heard about it longer but I tend to forget things these days. I mean completely forget as in erased from my mind, wiped out. I suppose there's some good in that, forgetting experiences, but it is inconvenient at work, especially in New York City. Here you need to be on the spot, with the answer on the tip of your tongue, and smarter, wittier than the average bears who should be living some place less exciting anyway.