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iamomOne thing I miss about using Internet Explorer is reading with the space bar. It's nice just to press the space bar to scroll through long entries and articles. But other than that, I really can't think of anything I miss about IE that I don't have in Opera. Granted, the javascripting has some real weaknesses, so using the web client to update my journal is not a good idea. So instead, I just use the regular client or open up IE to post journal entries on occasion.
I've got this other TXT file in a temp directory which I use for typing and editing entries and long comments before posting. Skimming through it is funny, because it's like an abridged version of my activities on LJ. It's like a partial life log file, or something.
I got a nice-sized contract signed today. It was a bit nip and tuck at the end, there; I wasn't sure if I was going to get an actual, signed contract from them before the end of the day. Despite my having worked for a sum total of about 17 minutes all day (honestly, I'm still quite sick), having that signed contract in my hands at the end of the day made me feel as though I'd been quite productive.
-laughing- I could see how easy it would be to let your ego have a party if you're a successful salesman. It would be so easy to lull yourself into this blissful ignorance of the rest of the world while you go and Close The Big Deals. There's thankfully not that kind of culture here (it was more like that at my previous company), but for whatever reason, the salesmen seem to occupy a most vaunted position within the company.
Now, I'm quick to defend the importance of salesmen. After all, I play one on TV. But a if a company is successful, it is due to the sum total of all its parts, positive and negative. I guess that's obvious, though; what else is there other than the thing itself, in its entirety, that makes up its quality? But anyway, what I'm trying to say is that it's really easy to get caught up in your own part of the world without thinking about the big picture, that's all.
Damn, the parallels between every living atom of our being jump out at me during every moment of every day. It seems like every sentence I write and read is saying exactly the same thing. There's an intrinsic meaning to our language that transcends its very meaning, if that makes any sense. Maybe more like, the fact that we express ourselves is reflective of the universal experience of expressing?
We are, therefore we are. Well, isn't that simple. Whatever. It's time to start getting ready for the gig. I'm very talkative today because I'm sick and because I'm going to be alone again for the rest of the weekend. I'm beginning to feel like a bachelor, I swear. Just some guy and his two dogs.
I've got this other TXT file in a temp directory which I use for typing and editing entries and long comments before posting. Skimming through it is funny, because it's like an abridged version of my activities on LJ. It's like a partial life log file, or something.
I got a nice-sized contract signed today. It was a bit nip and tuck at the end, there; I wasn't sure if I was going to get an actual, signed contract from them before the end of the day. Despite my having worked for a sum total of about 17 minutes all day (honestly, I'm still quite sick), having that signed contract in my hands at the end of the day made me feel as though I'd been quite productive.
-laughing- I could see how easy it would be to let your ego have a party if you're a successful salesman. It would be so easy to lull yourself into this blissful ignorance of the rest of the world while you go and Close The Big Deals. There's thankfully not that kind of culture here (it was more like that at my previous company), but for whatever reason, the salesmen seem to occupy a most vaunted position within the company.
Now, I'm quick to defend the importance of salesmen. After all, I play one on TV. But a if a company is successful, it is due to the sum total of all its parts, positive and negative. I guess that's obvious, though; what else is there other than the thing itself, in its entirety, that makes up its quality? But anyway, what I'm trying to say is that it's really easy to get caught up in your own part of the world without thinking about the big picture, that's all.
Damn, the parallels between every living atom of our being jump out at me during every moment of every day. It seems like every sentence I write and read is saying exactly the same thing. There's an intrinsic meaning to our language that transcends its very meaning, if that makes any sense. Maybe more like, the fact that we express ourselves is reflective of the universal experience of expressing?
We are, therefore we are. Well, isn't that simple. Whatever. It's time to start getting ready for the gig. I'm very talkative today because I'm sick and because I'm going to be alone again for the rest of the weekend. I'm beginning to feel like a bachelor, I swear. Just some guy and his two dogs.
