Twenty Three Hours

That's how long since I updated this blog without Blogger's Blog List widget taking notice. Since Paula uses that and a lot of people use her list as their own updated blogs list, a lot of my hits come from there. This means you people are all users. It also means I get none of that precious attention when the Blog List widget is acting up. Waah.

And me wit' THREE WW's yesterday.

Still sick at home. My throat got all sore Monday and by mid-afternoon I was dizzy and crashing into cubicle walls. Those things are not sturdy. Haven't been back to the office since but if you look at WW 1/2 below you see that I have a functional workspace, phone and all. I'm starting to kind of like working from home (or WFH, as we call it, which always makes me want to go, "WFH!? WTF? WTG!") It's like having a big huge office with a locked door and a stereo and a microwave. I mean, gol. What do we need to pay for all the office space for?

I jest. There's no room here for the focused ion beam for chip rework. Plus for the mocha I am beginning to lust after, I will have to go outside and drive somewhere.

Thing is, though. For meetings, more and more we just get a phone bridge and nix the conference room. That means that attending meetings from home, with an ear gizmo plugged into my mobile phone and LiveMeeting streaming through the corporation's virtual private network, is exactly the same as attending meetings at work. ExACTly except here I can mute the phone and scream and no one will hear me.

Another mark against working from home:

No, that's a mark for. No, against. For. Against.

Anyway.  Bloggeroogle's "Help" system left me entangled in threads and solved nothing so I guess I'll just live with it.  Thank goodness for ye who have me bookmarked and don't need to use a Blogger list.  Oh, hey! Bloglines was raised from its deathbed!  Hint!