Mmmm... nummy.

Lunch is.. was.. good. See LordBleys comments, as we both apparently had the same thing. *insert twilight zone music here* ;)

Ohh! May have picked up another freelance job. That will bring my freelanceing up to 1 pro-bono yearbook, 1 paid tutor-ship, and 1 paid business card. *does the happy dance*
Perhaps I will be able to get the shirt I've had my eye on. (To see the shirt I've had my eye on, see www.distantdrums.cc/GarmentsRegailia.htm, second style down.) I've talked to the folks there, and am looking a bit of custom work (not much though,) bringing the cost to about $200+/-. Wish they used something a little heavier than 2.5 oz. deerhide, but if I wanted elk (which I do, *but*,) it'd cost through the nose. And actually, the lighter deer might take paint better, now that I think about it, and be a little cooler in the summer...

Twiddleing at work, wondering what I'll make for dinner for folks. Think I'll just take SubBoss's advice and do a supermarket crawl and see what's on sale.
Must get home and dismantle Lucifer, (my computer,) before Cervantes gets home. It's currently taking up space on the gaming table.

Oh! and an update on my oak tree for all you wondering about it, well, ok, for Vo1are. It qualifies as a tree; it's got leaves! While I was home having my mouth mutilated, it broke through, and is now a healthy 4+" with two cute 'sprout' leaves, and two other little leaves that actually look like oak leaves! One question though, it grows to the light (ie, window.) I should be turning it, so it doesn't grow lopsided, right?

Well, back to the grind, and cake, yes, must go have cake...
- K.

Chopped LIver

I hate people, and today has been another exercise in getting along with them.
Friday, I screwed up a job, because half the pertinent information regaurding it was withheld for one reason or another. So ok, rather than the client comeing back and saying, "Umm, have you lost your mind?" the *insert strong explative(ISE)* went over my head(not surprising, everyone else does,) over my boss's head, to the BigBoss complaining about the design, the font, everything. She wanted to blame WWII on me too, but couldn't tie it into the project.
So I get the "talking to" from the guy who's already tring to justify not canning me, I go ahead, do a sparling job, and create basically an entirely new product for this *(ISE)*
This afternoon she returns the proof, and talks to the secritary. "Well, there are a few changes, so I'd like 'SubBoss' to call me when she has a chance."
"SubBoss is at a doctor's appoinment, but Kragore here has done all the design work anyway..."
"No. Have SubBoss call me."
"SubBoss don't really know..."
"Well, have her call me anyway."
"Would you like to talk to Kragore just for now...?"
*insert glare here*
*met by my most innocent, why-are-you-clubbing-the-baby-seal look*
"No, I'll talk to SubBoss tomorrow."

So I feel like chopped liver, and now I hate this woman. It's a freaking Borchure, for crissake! Get off your flipping high horse and give me a break! There are much better things for you to get so worked up over, like pollution, or gun control.

Stupid git.