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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").



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   emotional investment in the old priority
Tuesday, May 29 2001
A two million dollar confounded bridge loan came in today, so everybody was breathing a little easier in my beleaguered dotcom workplace. The stock was trading at 25 cents a share last week but now it's reached a whopping 50 cents! So maybe there's a chance we'll make it for a few more paychecks. Work is a chaotic, crazy, flirty place, though for the most part I function as a plugged-in appliance, not much fussed-over or distracted by others in the company. I noticed at 9:40am that someone in my company's in-house domain followed a link from Jami's site to here. Hello there Wendy, I believe that back in January we had a spontaneous actual light email discussion on the subject of the theft of my coffee mug (after I sent that message to Events about it). Remember how, when you asked what I did in the company, I said "avoid getting laid off"? Well, I'm actually not bad at it. Since, in my line of work, there's little to be gained by being anything else, I'm a nimble, adaptable yes man, unnoticeably lazy at times and noticeably industrious at others, doing what I'm told to do and never asking for more, yet always pursuing side projects because without them I wouldn't be where I am today. When my boss dramatically changed my priorities today, it was really no big deal. I did most of the new work in the space of an hour, hoping (because of my emotional investment in the old priority) to reserve enough time to still get that old priority done in the optimistic timeframe I'd presented.
In other things, I discovered today that, perhaps due to the shitty West LA mail delivery service, I'd never received my Chase Manhattan Platinum bill for this payment period, which is due June 1st. So I tried to pay online but of course their JSP account management pages refused to load. Expensive websites belonging to multi-billion dollar banks aren't half as reliable, it turns out, as my Punch Buggy Rust. I found myself having to make an emergency trip to the West LA post office just to get my credit card payment in the mail in time.

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