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Monthly Archives: November 2008

Fab favicon!

Look up! There in the corner, the upper left corner! It’s a favicon! No more will I be an identityless blank page in your bookmarks list! (And I should BE on your bookmarks, yeah?)

Favicon made by me, courtesy of the lovely website favicon.cc. This site is so great – I don’t need to mess around with any image manipulation tools, I just need to do some colouring!

In case you’re wondering what the icon means, it’s just 2 interlocked ‘b’s to represent
Bohemia Bunny. I used lowercase b because uppercase B would have been too big and cluttered.

FTS

Note: Existential ranting ahead, avoid by using the “close tab” detour. Any inconvenience caused is just “too bad”.

Can you tell me what I’m doing with my life? It’s like a messed-up jigsaw puzzle without a reference picture on the cover to tell me how the hell it’s supposed to look. Here’s the bits I pieced together:

  1. I have a job that’s okay by most standards, but because it involves CLIENTS and PEOPLE SKILLS, it tends to get on my nerves. I should have studied computer science and spent my days compiling code instead. Code is logical. It’s rational. And best of all, it won’t judge you. It just returns an error.
  2. I feel like I’m not being given enough leeway to do my job the best I can (i.e. by rejecting certain clients) and yet I still have to be accountable for whatever results come out of this. I have to be responsible for something I never chose to take on board. I’m afraid that’s just life, though. Life as AN EMPLOYEE!
  3. Conditions are less than optimum for me to do my job (no cushy ergonomic chair for me) and I can’t change them.
  4. Today, the only thing I have to look forward to is the chance to do laundry. At last! Clean clothes, resurrect thyselves from the grave that is my laundry bin! Laundry, for cryin’ out loud! Even when I was a wee college girl, we had dinner and meetings and illicit romantic trysts to anticipate. I wish I could go back to college…
  5. I secretly spend all day reading webcomics. The wackier the better. That’s why I love Dr McNinja. He takes me away from the humdrum routine that is my life. And, uh, blogging at work.
  6. I have to “reflect” on my lack of professionalism. Okay, I admit. I couldn’t stand the kid and hence I’ve jeopardised his future by not teaching him properly! Arggh I’ll burn in HELL! What lesson have I learned from this? Next time I’ll tell the kids upfront what I find so distasteful about them, and give them the choice of reforming, or putting up with very awkward and uncomfortable sessions. Perhaps a riding crop might be in order, yes…
  7. If you’re a rubbish parent, it’s going to cost you a lot to fix whatever’s wrong with your kid. Thanks for reminding me why I’m remaining child-free. Of course not all our kids have rubbish parents, and some kids are wonderful despite having awful backgrounds. But you know what they say: The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. And sometimes the apple resents its apple-y heritage, and joins a gang of bananas instead. You may or may not be to blame for your screwed-up kid, but too bad, you’ll have to pay to put him right again.
  8. At the rate I’m eating, I’ll be doing a 10km ROLL instead of a 10km run.

And that is the story of my rubbish life, rubbish because it feels like I live on Avenue Q too, but without the friendly neighbours and the random hookup. I expect to run into Oscar the Grouch any time soon.

What can you do with a B.A. in English? Teach, and that’s what I did with my B. Soc. Sci in Psychology too.

I’m looking for PURPOSE – in the bottom of a Pringles can.

Schadenfreude – that’s what you readers are feeling right now, yeah?

And finally, It Suck To Be Me – and you, and you, and you! Ah, the inherent misery of the human condition!