dawson's crack
people are playing earnest, folksy rock music across the hall that makes me feel like i'm in one of those earnest fox dramas that i can never sit through, like party of five. i'm obsessed with navigation and usability, even to the point where, last sunday after i bought my first paper copy of the new york times in several months and went to le gamin for a sausage crepe and american coffee, i looked at the front doors for credit card stickers and tried in vain to figure out where people's eyes go when they walk into a place and don't know if they can pay by plastic.
had drinks with jami (whose website is bookmarked in my "webutante" folder) last night at 7b. we talked about zentropy and new jobs and raises, and how, when you diss someone, even if you're cool you don't get to be friends with them anymore. then we talked about posting our (kind of impressive) resumes on hotjobs just to feel appreciated, because we knew that slews of recruiters would come knocking. and they sure did. one of them looked up my home phone, called my office to find my work phone, and has started leaving daily voicemails. it's scary.
posted April 19, 2000 in crap, delivery