Everybody’s doin’ the Which Friend Are You? quiz, right? Well, let me just tell you how psychotically WRONG it was. It said I was RACHEL. Seriously. I was expecting Ross, since I’m kind of a nerd, but definitely one of the Gellers at any rate. Why Rachel? I’m not high-maintenance! I’m not self-centered! I’m not superficial! Or… am I? Jeez, now I’m starting to think that raving about something like this is such a Rachel thing to do. OH GOD! Maybe Snookums is Ross, and I AM Rachel! AHHHHHHHHHH!

I’m up early (like, 8:00 a.m.). It was damn hot in London last night. Some kind of freak October heat wave. And did I mention the bug bites? Somewhere between Dublin and London Snookums and I were apparently attacked by a swarm of giant mutated mosquitoes or something. We’ve both got itchy red bites on our hands and shoulders. (Don’t worry; I’ve checked those symptoms.) They’re slowly going away, but they itch like mad. So in order to take my mind off my burning skin, I’m going to play housewife and run up to the Sainsbury’s Local for some brekkie. All while the precious Snookums continues to snore. It’s the least I can do… He’s gotta go to work in the morning. 🙂

Well, that’s it folks. Letter in hand, I’m about to walk about the door as yet another unemployed web developer. Except, of course, I asked for it. 🙂

For those wondering, the plan right now is for Snookums to continue working while I make the arrangements for the trip Down Under. We’ve got to look for jobs, pack stuff up to be shipped, secure work permits, close off accounts here, etc. etc. Lots to do. Within a month or two we hope to be off. I’ll continue to update web-goddess at home, but the volume of posting will probably decrease a bit (as I won’t be parked on my ass in front of the computer for nine hours a day). I’m looking forward to a bit of a rest, though. Have a great weekend, everyone!

The Snook just got back from his meeting to see if they’d possibly cut him a leaving deal. His summary of how it went? “They’re going to be pricks about it.” Wonderful.

Boy, after that torrent of posting yesterday I’m comin’ up with nothin’ today. Sorry, Charlie.

Listening a song that perfectly captures my mood right now:

Here’s wishing you the bluest sky
And hoping something better comes tomorrow
Hoping all the verses rhyme,
And the very best of choruses to
Follow all the drudge and sadness
I know that better things are on the way.

I know you’ve got a lot of good things happening up ahead.
The past is gone, it’s all been said.
So here’s to what the future brings,
I know tomorrow you’ll find better things.
I know tomorrow you’ll find better things…
– Dar Williams

I GOT IT! I GOT IT! Oh my God! I am leaving Netdecisions! Here’s how it went down: yesterday I was shocked to hear that Christian, a fellow front end developer, had gotten “the letter”. He hasn’t been here long, but he’s quickly become one of the leaders of the group. It was a huge shock and he was upset about having to leave. I talked to him last night and we half-joked about the possibility of doing a switch (me for him). I told him to feel free to mention me during his meeting today. Well, he just came back from it and they accepted! The Snook’s going to set up a meeting for himself now. Either way, we’re gone, baby. THIS IS FANTASTIC NEWS!

Well, I’m still here. Whether that will be true at the end of the day remains to be seen.

Recently Matt was reminiscing about vintage high school and community theater production T-shirts. I’ve probably got half a dozen myself, so as an experiment I’ve set up a CafePress store. There’s only one design at present, and I’ve priced it at cost so I’m not making a profit. I know that 99% of the population could care less. But for you theater nerds, whaddaya think? Wouldn’t you like to have a shirt from a completely random production?

It’s pretty bad here. Every five minutes we hear another name, and several of them have been gasp-worthy “No, no him!” type events. Nobody’s doing any work. I’m not even sure if the people on my team have survived. Most of the people who’ve been laid off are already down at the pub. A lot of the bastards are happy. I’ve been hearing that the redundancy package is pretty sweet. Frustratingly, the Snook and I have heard nothing. We’re debating on volunteering, despite the fact that it wasn’t publicly offered. We’ll see how it goes.