All in Success / Disappointment
Yes, love, there is sweetness. Yes, love, there are flowers. There's red lipstick and
lace panties
(yes,underwear jealousyis a theme for me right now.)
Oof. I am depressed today about being able to do way less of my work then I am used to doing. I have no more than 15 minutes to myself at a time. Sometimes less. I knew this was coming, but not how much it would pull the rug out from under me.
I miss high heels (I work from home you see).
I miss the water cooler (cold, free-to-me crisp water, anytime).
I miss being the right temperature for a man in a suit jacket (and stashing sweaters under my desk).
I miss tech support (calling them, not being them).
I miss take out for lunch (because I'm lazy).
I got this message from a friend and colleague:
"Ya know. I'm not sure whether I love or hate the fact you send me mass emails about what's going on in your life."
Yesterday, my site www.wearyourmusic.org had over 21K unique visitors. It is the first large e-commerce site I have ever designed and since it only launched two days before this, it has been a pretty epic test. It has also involved an onslaught of emails that are INSANE.
So tomorrow I leave for three weeks with my toddler and two dogs to head to the beach and work remotely. It is a wonderful luxury of my job, my self-employment status. At the same time, it makes me crazy. Eight months pregnant, no AC, no dishwasher, lots of sand - oh, and did I mention it is an island? My darling husband will be away making money (which we totally need). I have yuppie problems, and I know it. (release guilt here)
I wrote this years ago when Facebook was first catching on. As I delve into curriculum for an e-course on social media I have been thinking a lot about this type of networked sharing. It's also great fun to see where I was coming from then and how I have changed. But that's a story for a different day...
Who’s fat and who’s hot, who’s married and who’s not?
first joined Facebook about a month ago. Yeah, I had My Space and Linked In already. To be honest, I didn’t even open the account—my assistant did....