Going to Melbourne to visit Ash soon.

For thoughts so obscure they could only live on the internet.
Going to Melbourne to visit Ash soon.


I can’t believe it’s already been three weeks since I started at Comrade. It’s been a whirlwind, but the busy-ness and energy and focus at the company is invigorating. In my first week I pushed out a website, a push page (HTML email template), did some Flash updates, and a couple of estimates. Adding to that list, since I started:
Culture-wise, I’ve discovered several other areas of a good fit:
I’m even getting used to the tiny spoons that make me feel like an ogre whenever I use them!
Some vice triggers that I’m making a list right here to avoid overdoing include:
All in all, I really feel at home in my new position already. With our lunches out, outing to see Star Trek, and close-quartered collaborative work style it sometimes surprises me that it hasn’t even been a full month yet. Here’s to another two weeks of great work before I go to Australia to visit Ash and come back forgetting how to do simple tasks such as remembering my name.
Back in the day, someone who managed websites was called a webmaster. Being a girl in a mainly male-dominated world I tried to distinguish myself by identifying as a webmistress. Today I put my powers to good use in attempting to aid Mistress Matisse. Totally a highlight of my career if my efforts are worthy enough to be helpful.

I couldn’t help but snicker when I saw the word “bottom” in the code. Maybe our worlds aren’t too different.

Yup, I was kind of cranky in my last post because I felt obligated to write a post about my job transition. When I got the offer I wanted to tell everyone of course, but I hadn’t given my notice in yet. On my last day I was in no condition to blog, and I enjoyed most of my weekend computer-free. I’m going to be easier on myself this time and I’ll do point form notes, whee!
I bugged Weslie that he owes me one more job since I got him in at the Learning Commons and Critical Mass and he was one of my references for this job. He pointed out, “But that would mean we’d have to leave Comrade.”
I don’t think that’s happening anytime soon.
Easter dinner with my inlaws is tomorrow, and naturally I volunteered to make a dessert. For Christmas I made a rich and decadent peppermint devil’s food cake, but for Easter I wanted to make something light and springtimey.
I dug up an old recipe from grade eight for a german fruit flan, knowing that even though the procedure was simple (airy cake base, cream cheese filling), I could really have some fun with the fresh fruit topping.
I have three regrets about making this. One, I wish I searched for blueberries, as the color would have really taken the presentation to another level (I currently have peach, mango, strawberry and kiwi on it). Two, I should have remembered my grade eight science classes where we discussed that gelatin plus kiwi equals unset gelatin because of enzymes in the kiwi. Regret number three is a selfish one. I should have filled a ramekin with the batter and made myself a mini flan. Waiting until tomorrow’s dinner is going to be torture.