Kirsten's Desk

That performance evaluation?

It went fine.

It’s Miller time.

Word.

(Source: redlemur)

I spent this weekend with my Mom, and it was great - calm and relaxing. We were snowed in Saturday so we just played games, watched a movie, ate and talked. (If you follow me on Twitter you probably saw some posts about our grudge matches. We take that shit seriously in my family. We’re not gracious winners or losers, but it’s really all in good fun. Some people read waaay too much into those tweets, and to those people Mom and I say, chill.)

An update on Grandma: There is a tumour, but surgery isn’t an option because of her advanced age. They’re not sure how long it will take to start causing problems, so there’s really nothing we can do except keep looking out for her and watch for complications. Our hope is that when the decline starts, it goes fast and that her drugs are first rate.

Been thinking a lot about the whole meaning of “grandma”, but that’s a topic for another post.

My performance review is tomorrow. This usually doesn’t bother me, but it’s with a new boss so I’m not quite sure what to expect. The irony is that Friday afternoon I made a stupid mistake, the kind I don’t usually make. But I handled it like I’ve always told people to handle their errors: own them. Admit it, tell your boss what you’re doing to fix it, and then fix it. We’ll see if she agrees with that.

I’d love a nap right now.

My course starts Saturday morning. SQUEE!!! I love taking classes - they’re a diversion from the day-to-day drudgery, and they offer a well-defined goal. This satisfies my need for clarity and order. There will be homework with this class, and I might post a few assignments. I’ll need you good people for feedback and regular ass-kicking.

I’d better go forage for lunch. Later…

nationalpost:

Gingrich promises permanent moon base ‘by the end of my second term’
Republican presidential hopeful Newt Gingrich is promising to colonize the moon.

Speaking in Florida, hit hard by the loss of a large number of space-affiliated jobs, Mr. Gingrich said Wednesday that if elected, “By the end of my second term, we will have the first permanent base on the moon and it will be American.”

He said he believed such a project was possible with commercial and private efforts. According to USA Today, Mr. Gingrich said he had “a romantic belief it is really part of our destiny,” adding that the current state of the space program was a “tragedy.” (Photo: Shannon Stapleton/Reuters)

 Guess this means that engineers at a sound stage in some film studio will have work for a while…

I’m looking at my resume’s current form and wondering about the futility of it all.

Mission statement, my ass. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up, so how do you expect me to put it here in a short, succint paragraph?

How about this instead - it’s accurate, honest, and to the point:

“Forty-something corporate whore with diverse portfolio and an uncanny ability to scare the bejeesus out of twenty-something sass-mouths. Plays a mean game of Executive Escalation Poker and isn’t afraid to crack politically incorrect with Human Resources. Totally gets the meaning of ‘deadline’. Currently seeking a role that makes her want to get out of bed in the morning, in a shop that isn’t afraid of a well-timed f-bomb. (Also, limited overhead fluorescent lighting, please.)”

nationalpost:

First fold-up car, Hiriko, unveiled to beat urban stress in EU
A tiny revolutionary fold-up car designed in Spain’s Basque country as the answer to urban stress and pollution was unveiled Tuesday before hitting European cities in 2013.

The “Hiriko,” the Basque word for “urban,” is an electric two-seater with no doors whose motor is located in the wheels and which folds up like a child’s collapsible stroller for easy parking. (Photo: Hiriko)

 They can do this, yet no one’s bothered to come up with a hoverboard. What the hell, people!!

animalstalkinginallcaps:

HA HA HA! RIGHT? IT’S LIKE, “FLYING INSECTS ARE COOL AND ALL, BUT I JUST WANT TO ECHOLOCATE DAT ASS, GIRL!”

I’LL BE BACK IN A MINUTE. I HAVE TO GO POOP IN SOME PIG FEED TO CREATE A CHIMERIC SUPERVIRUS THAT WILL HOPEFULLY KILL THIS ASSHOLE SO HE STOPS PICKING ME UP. WHEN I GET BACK WE’RE GETTING WASTED, BRO!

SPRING BREAK! WOOOOOOOOO!

 LOLz.

Took a taxi out to the suburban office today. Driver hit the brakes hard on the 401, and although I thought I’d grabbed all the items that flew (laptop, power cord, keys, etc.) it seems my favourite mouse is a goner. I liked that mouse. Still, could’ve been worse - the laptop is working and I still have my wallet, phone and keys.

The Husband has booked us a mini-vacation in February - a long weekend in Montreal. I love Montreal, despite the fact that the winter temperature is usually around -4000 degrees. But we both could use the break.

The thing I love most about hotels? Hanging out in your room in those big-assed comfy bathrobes.

My grandmother isn’t well. I should hear more tonight about some tests she’s had, but I wonder if this is the beginning of the end. She’s 93, and we knew she wasn’t going to go on forever. But she did fight (and win) two bouts of colon cancer in her 80s. She just might have some surprises for us yet. I’m going to hang out with her and my Mom this weekend.

Starting another art class in less than two weeks! Comics and Graphic Novels. Can’t wait!

I’d better pretend to do some work. You lovely people have a good day, now…

nationalpost:

Matt Gurney: If RIM accepts it isn’t cool, it can still thrive

I always had a soft spot for RIM, and was an early non-corporate adopter. My first Berry was great. I could type emails easily, browse the web, play music – a vast improvement over my accidentally drowned Razor

 Best. Cartoon. Ever.

Ein kleine breakfast musik…