Cause celebre!

Soooo.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow happens to be April Fool's Day.

It is also Internet Annoyance Day.

Expect me to be emailing and Twitting and posting. In between my work projects, of course. But only if my boss gets me the info I need - which she'd agreed to do before the end of the day today. If she doesn't send me anything by tomorrow afternoon, this project is so screwed. (Update - she says she won't have it until at least Friday. I officially absolve myself of responsibility for this debacle)

Tonight during dinner to celebrate my sister-in-law's birthday, my mother-in-law acted surprised to learn that I'm a year older than my husband. The husband who I've been with for about 12 years now (oh man - that's why I have to think about it when people ask...I've blocked it from my mind).

Thar she blows

Twitter's been getting a lot of use out of the ol' Fail Whale lately:

I guess there's been some sort of mad rush to sign up and it's giving the servers a workout...so I suppose we can expect the site to be saturated with douchebag-come-lately types just like every other internet novelty in recent memory? Awwwwesome.

I don't entirely know why, but I just registered with jobster.com. It's not like I don't have enough freaking online profiles already (MySpace (which I've stopped really checking/updating)...Facebook...Fark...Blogger...LinedIn...Twitter...and also today, Flickr). But, Jobster allows you to post your resume, which LinkedIn doesn't, and I guess I'm on sort of a "networking" kick lately.

My coworkers are helpless. One asked me to try and help her find the address for a local restaurant, then another one wanted me to help on the verbiage for the invitations to the upcoming staff awards reception. I'd really like to know why they insist on doing this to me when I am able do my projects just fine without having to involve everyone else within a twenty foot radius. Someone told me today that my new boss seems to think I have self-confidence issues, because I am not all kinds of super agressive in my approach and I don't show much interest in having "face time" with the upper management. I think it's time to demonstrate how badly she's misjudged me.

Hi. I'm fine. How have you been?

I have a new desktop background, compliments of Nerdist (via a Twitter post by Wil Wheaton). It's really adorable. I need to take the time to figure out how to post links and images. Maybe next week, since I'll have some time off. Also - I need to go welcome the CDP to the Twitter minions. It's just another outlet to allow people to be annoying semi-stalkers in a socially acceptable way. Speaking of semi-stalking...I'm officially over MySpace, but I'll keep the profile for now, since I've had it this long. I recently accidently discovered that my former best friend in high school (friend turned nemesis, that is, so that would make her my "fremisis"?) is on Facebook. I wasn't looking fer her, and I'm conflicted about the possibility that she may stumble upon my profile as well. Of course, I have mine set to limited view, and the MySpace profile is private, so on the other hand I'm not sure that I really care if she finds me.

We've got dinner with the Millers tonight. It's been a while since we've gotten together, so I'm sure that there will be drinks a'plenty and radio industry gossip will abound. Then tomorrow I get to take M to her first EVER Rainaissance Festival (Upon review/edit I see I mangled "Renaissance", but it amused me so it stays). Very exciting!

Now, it's time to send a few emails, shuffle through my endless projects and get ready for two back to back meetings. At least they're providing lunch.

Has anyone seen my ruby slippers?

A coworker was just talking to me about the fact that I'm incredibly tired. More than tired, actually - exhausted, not just physically but mentally...and I think it's really showing now. I mentioned that I had to get a refund from the petty cash because the vending machine ate my money yesterday when I tried to buy a Starbucks bottled Frappucino and she proceeded to express her disapproval of my dietary choices. Then, she inexplicably offered me chocolate - much like the other coworker downstairs who would also ply me with candy - and for whatever reason has been continually foisting imported chocolate on me since she started...I don't even like chocolate that much and yet I keep eating it anyway! Pure! Evil! Oh. It's on, woman.

I've been working on a really boring project for a couple of days, so that hasn't helped. What could be worse than having to flip through hundreds of pages of reports and document my handwritten notes, and then contact other departments to follow up on those notes. It feels like I'm having to remind people to do their jobs...my own version of a tormented afterlife scenario. "The burning means we're working! "

My husband has taken to expressing how much he now hates the state that he's spent his whole *entire* life residing in. He wants to move, something awful. I tend to think that part of it is a form of wanterlust since he has an "anywhere but here" attitude, and the other part of it is that we're both suffering waning optimism as we head into our early 30s. There's a cloud of malaise and resignation hanging over this state...a plummeting housing market (I don't even know if our house would resell for the balance of our mortgage)...decreases in state-wide services because of the mass-exodus of family age residents putting a dent in state tax revenues...declining morale at work because the job market makes us feel trapped as we see no prospects for either of our careers (if we even have jobs after the summer -- yes, it is getting that bad). He sees greener grass out of state. Literally - we're in a drought and are under sever watering restrictions, so almost everywhere else (where it isn't still snowing) has greener grass. What seems to be frustrating him is that we've switched roles. A few years ago it was me sending him job information for the Carolinas and Georgia, and MLS numbers to check out real estate in Pennsylvania. Now I'm not sure that such a move would improve our circumstances, and he's the one trying to convince me of what a great idea it is. I think we're both the kind of people who can settle down and stay put for a long time. A lot of my family is made up of the the opposite type - the ones who are constantly picking up and moving either to get a "fresh start" or to run away from their situation, and I grew up watching various clans moving back and forth from town to town and state to state. Some people might think of it as a form of freedom to be able to just pack up and move across the country without much of a long-term plan or giving the whole thing much thought. The idea just terrifies me. Starting over? But I worked so hard to get here, where I am now...nuh uh. I'm good. If things take a turn for the worse or a really amazing opportunity is presented to me, then I'll reconsider, but for now, making that big move is just a pipe dream.

The answer would be...is there tea?

Just when I start to think that Twitter is just the latest trendy useless time-wasting gadget that I don't half understand, Neil Gaiman goes and posts this:

So I can read utterly random and sometimes interesting little posts by a variety of famous (and not so famous) people, and reply back equally randomly. Hmmm. Twitter: Facebook's obnoxious little sister. I think it's BRILLIANT.