I found this on Instagram. It was taken by the owner of my company who was working from our downtown Chicago satellite office.
A coworker sent this to me today. I burst out laughing. It’s freaking hilarious.
Damn near perfection.
I like clever resolutions to stupid problems. Case in point, the other day at work, we were engaging in the timeless argument about the proper pronunciation of the file extension .gif.
I started work an hour early this morning.
As much as I used to dominate in step challenges in the past, this has not been the case so much lately. Despite rolling back my daily step goal by 2,000 steps, I'm not even making that regularly.
Another turning point;
A fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go.
This Throwback Thursday is of my ID badge at work. The photo was taken on my first day just shy of 11 years ago.
Have you ever woken up tired and then had two cups of dark roast coffee only to wind up more tired afterwards than you were when you started? Yeah, that's me right now.
Many moons ago, I fell into a subscription to a professional magazine called Government Technology all about emerging tech for local and state governments.
I've had to do some work from home the last couple of days. This is a concept that has never been easy for me. Why? I'm easily distracted. If I'm at home, I may have TV, DVDs, Netflix, reading books or comics, napping, chores or, the biggest (and best) distraction of all, Nathan!
I get annoyed when people don't know when to stop talking to you. Admittedly, I'm certain I've been guilty of it, too, but I at least try.
Can someone help me understand something? Oh, if you're not a techie, just skip this post entirely. I wouldn't blame you one iota.
A couple weeks ago, I was expressing my envy to Marty that he gets to wear shorts to work. That has never happened for me, that I can recall, at any time in my professional life at either of my two jobs since grad school.
I've been listening to the Millennial podcast a lot lately. Although it's targeted at 20-somethings, I find many of the lessons applicable to almost any generation of person currently engaged in the daily work grind.
Are work friends real friends?
No better way to start an otherwise so-so Friday morning than to get a phone call and have the caller ID show the name of some guy you've never heard of... from the HR office!
I've heard of crashes after excessive drug, alcohol, or caffeine intake. Heck, I personally endured a monster caffeine crash when working at Starbucks one summer as a barista. But can you have a crash after a big project is done?
The source of all my stress these last few months -- and what I blame for my constant headaches, occasional stomach cramps, random other flu-like symptoms, and my inability to make my step goal pretty much at all this past month -- may actually be done.
I had the best of intentions when I grabbed some files at work and brought them home to edit.
If you follow my Twitter feed, you know that I was at the Healthy Driven Naperville Marathon & Half Marathon today. Not as a runner, but as staff. Communications, mostly. A lot of photography. Even more social media outreach. It was fun. But you don't need the details.
Hey Adobe pros, I need some help with an InDesign problem. And I need it quick or I am going to throw my stupid computer off the damn roof.
Today, I attended an Adobe Users Conference at the Doubletree Hotel in Oak Brook, IL. Normally I wouldn't be this specific about a location, but I have a beef.
Originally, I had planned on today's post being a meme I found over on Dave2 and Kazza's blogs. However, when I discovered it was 100 questions, I changed my mind. Memes are fun. Usually. When they're short, that is. Holy god.
I had this great idea for a blog post today. Another good current events one, but I cannot find the news article and any Google search I perform comes up with older stories that are not at all the one I want. I don't know what happened. Weirdness abounds on the web. I'll keep searching, but, in the meantime, I'm bumping up a post I was holding until later.
I recently discovered that I have to burn off some paid time off (PTO) at work or I'm going to lose it. I can only roll over a certain number of hours from one fiscal year to the next and I've maxed those out. By April 30, I need to take five days off to ensure I lose no time.
A coworker decided to run a charity drive at work that she calls the "Soup-er Bowl." To take part, you place a can of soup in the box representing a team you want to win in the NFL Playoffs that week. Then you do the same the next week and then again for the Super Bowl. Oh, and if you tell her that the Green Bay Packers are your favorite team, she will match your donation (she loves the Pack).
The old maxim "With friends like these, who needs enemies?" has never been more true than in this instance.
Honestly, I thought we were nothing more than leverage. A bargaining chip used to negotiate a better offer from the City of San Francisco.
I don't usually like to talk about work here on my blog. I don't want to get Dooce'd, after all. But, I am going to blog a little about it today. In very general terms. Oh, and positive ones, too!
I've got a project that I've been helping a friend work on for some years now. I'm not the first person to help him with this project. The first person had to quit the project and that's when I agreed to help out. I really don't do too much work on it anymore so I don't think about it. Until today.
Katie and I use a lot of avocados when we make our homemade guacamole. During one of our kitchen sessions a few years back, she informed me that avocado trees can be grown from the pits of avocados. Makes sense, right? So we looked up online how to do it.
We tried the instructions we found three times and, each time, we wound up with a rotted-out shell of the old avocado pit. Nothing ever happened.
I went through CPR/AED recertification today. It has been a few years since I've renewed my knowledge and, damn, how things have changed.
As I recall, we were supposed to give 15 chest compressions for every two breaths back in the day (yanno, waaaaaaaaay back in 2007, a bygone era) for adults and 10:2 for kids. Or something like that. Just pray I don't have to save your life.
Now, however, according to American Heart Association standards, the ratio is now 30 chest compressions to 2 breaths regardless if you're an adult or a child. The only real change is how hard you press and the immediacy of your CPR actions as opposed to taking time to call 9-1-1 first, whatever.
And, according to my instructor, the European Union standards dictate 100 compressions with no breaths.
Why does something like this change so often and remain so truly unstandardized? Have human beings changed that much in such a short time that we need to adapt this lifesaving technique with this high a level of regularlity? Or is this going to be a butter vs. margarine argument where they keep going back and forth until the end of time as to which is better for you?
But 30:2 is pretty easy to remember... so long as my back and shoulders can hold out through that much chest pumping. I might have to take a break while my patient lies there dying. How inconsiderate of them to make me work so hard to save their life!
Apparently today is De-Lurking Day. Of course, the likelihood that you'll read about this fact before today becomes Friday is pretty minimal. But I'll give it a shot anyway. And, oh what the hell, I'll unofficially extend it through tomorrow. Because this is my blog and I can do that.
So, if you're someone who has been reading my site for a while and hasn't left a comment, why not start now? I don't bite... hard.