Reality Me

Category: Daily Life

Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.

  • Securing Contacts and Jobs

    I just put a resume out on this one. Sounds fun!

    Duties and Responsibilities:
    – Assist in composing web pages and in creating special sections as assigned by the Site coordinator
    – Work hands-on in the development of web applications (AJAX/HTML/Javascript)
    – Competence creating table-free layouts
    – Prototype, develop, and maintain new features and enhancements
    – Operates as a leader/lead worker among other staff, shares knowledge or training with subordinates and/or colleagues to benefit the entire department
    – Participate in workflow design and analyze existing production and implementation processes in order to insure the overall quality of the sites
    – Maintenance and support of existing templates and content production processes
    – Perform web development, template writing, testing debugging, documentation, and installation tasks for on-line processes in accordance with industry best practices and specific internal procedures and standards
    – Partner with Web-ops to ensure that interactive techniques and technologies translate through to shipping products and services
    [Source]

    One of the challenges of working for yourself is you have to shoot at a lot of barns to hit some work. The problem is barns move pretty quick! Sometimes it is just plain difficult to find a barn. Then the barn’s owner looks at you and may not even give you permission to shoot at the barn in the first place much less give you the barn.

    Playing low budget developer and sales person at the same time can lead to missed deadlines or living with very little sleep. Finishing a project, then turning on sales mode can lead to dry spells where you wonder how you’ll eat. Ideally, you should be working with a sales person!

  • Email Overload!

    My email box on one account had accumulated 6000 emails. I save my emails incase a client ever needs to go back to old conversations. However, much of that 6000 is spam and stuff that should have gone away after the first read. Today I archived all my mail and am starting over with a new mail policy. Deal with it immediately! That means I read it and respond immediately then file it or throw it away. I can’t have stuff missed because I flag it for followup and never get back to it. I am going to work on the same concept in the physical world.

  • Conundrums – work or play

    It’s a beautiful Saturday. I’d love to play with the children. In 3 hours I have to spend 4 hours helping Noah sell popcorn. I need to prepare dinner, work in the yard, work on the house, work on client projects, work on personal coding projects, and…ugh.

  • 13 and not firing on all cyclinders

    My daughter has stuck a note for her mother directly on the screen of her monitor with duct tape! Guess I won’t be getting her an LCD panel monitor anytimes soon. I also can’t convince her that her WordPress blog is far better and more powerful than her Xanga blog. At least she improved the appearance of her Xanga a little.

  • Waking on the numbers

    I woke this morning at 4:44. I love doing that! Of course, we are limited to 5 (technically 10) opportunites to wake when the digital clock reads all the same numbers. The day I wake to 6:66 I’m hiding under the covers! (And yes, I know, I really should be more concerned about waking at 6:16)

  • Frustrating but nice

    I love my children. Evan’s "DadaA! hahaha"s are particularly nice. But the responsibilities of adulthood are often fraught with conflict. I have a phone interview in an hour and 15 minutes. I desperately wanted to get an introductory email to the company but have been unable to compose it. I wanted to take the two hours prior to the phone call to calm myself, review my resume, and prepare. Cathy is not feeling well this morning so instead of preparing myself, I am doing the right thing and letting her rest while I watch the children. Honestly, I do not need to prepare for an interview but my wife needs to feel better.

  • Sometimes pictures need captions

    I just had to add a thought bubble to this picture. To really appreciate this picture you should also look at this one a year ago (and another good one this month).

    Molly and Evan

  • Put my wife in JPGMAG!

    Please have a look at my wife’s submission and give her a yes vote for the October issue of JPGMAG. Thanks! Just referring to it as "my wife’s submission,"

    noting that it is a picture, and hyperlinking to it should get lots of interest. I’ll entice you more and let you know the picture involves breasts.

  • We are ready for Hollywood!

    Hehe! Time flies and memories fade but the joys that fill our lives are forever memorialized in blog. I just re-read my family’s re-enactment of a Malcolm in the Middle sketch.

  • Escargot – faster than rabbits!

    Apparently to control the snail population in Tommy’s 6 gallon tank, we need a snail eating fish, like a Clown Loach, and a 30 gallon tank. Dr Helm explains. I didn’t know snails could grow to 3 inches long!

    August 14: 7 snails.
    August 18: 21 snails
    Today: 40?

  • Err In My Ways – I sleep too much

    I was up at 3am. Evan was having one of his best crib sleeps ever and the diaper overflowed. I was wide awake. Could have been productive but I let the call of the sheets drag me back down. Now I pay the price. Today desperately needs to be about code but it also desperately needs to be about emails and planning. Quad I is so exhausting.

  • I’ll gladly pay you on Tuesday

    Working for yourself has a few challenges such as having a client run off sans large payment, another client on the slow to pay, a hellish project running behind schedule, and simultaneously have the scheduled child support check moved to the end of the month. There’s today’s TMI. This is why you are supposed to keep 6 months of income in your bank account when working for yourself.

  • Marital Sin!

    Ooops. I’ve done in now! I left the car with no gas. And I was trying to be so well behaved!

  • From the mouths of babes

    Amy: "We sold Noah to the gypsies."
    Dad: "Oh, those poor gypsies!"
    Amy: "Noooo. Poor Noah!"

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