Also forgot to post ( and sadly can't remember all the details. ) a cute little conversation. Someone I work with. . .so full of good ideas. I proudly declared:

Me: You should write a book!
Her: *GLARES MIGHTY DAGGERS* I. Am.
Me: Oh right. NaNoWriMo.

Like everyone else who participates ( it seems ). . .she's behind right now and so suggesting to her to write a book was a baaaad idea.

Oh my god I am dying of laughter here.

The other day things were lagging on my work computer and I was losing information and duplicating information by mistake and it wouldn't let me delete things with a pop-up saying it is assigned to something, but on the main screen it didn't show it assigned and well. . .I was really frustrated.

Making growling noises and frustrated noises and pounding my desk once and I let a swear word out. "Damnit!" It was quiet, there were people around, I didn't think much of it because. . .it's just how I am.

A moment ago a sales AE was getting frustrated and I snickered. He heard me and commented, "You know how mad you were at your computer the other day? That's me right now." I blinked, surprised he was around to hear that. You see, I am use to AEs being gone and me being alone. Then, another AE chimed in. . .

AE J: "I know! That was the first time I heard Meagan get so angry. She even said a swear word!"

I blinked even more because, well, I might not "swear like a sailor", but I am hardly shy when it comes to using that language. I stood up to look over the cubes, and "AE J" seemed amused and continued commenting on it,

AE J: "It just caught me by surprise. I thought, 'Oh no! Not our Meagan.'"

Me and "AE S" started laughing. I sat down and managed to hear her say softly to AE S. . .

"But then I thought, 'Wow, she is human.'"

Oh man! ♥ I didn't realize no one around here has heard me swear really. Awww, I'm a "good girl" at work.

Bad mood is bad.

I'm really not happy. I would like to go to a corner and cry. . .after yelling "Fuck this shit!" and storming off. Right now I just feel really worthless at work. Not underpreciated, but damnit, why was I hired?! In a lot of things I do at work, I usually set a bar for myself and try to reach it. That's where I get my satisfaction. It is even better when I exceed the expectation of other people here. That's what makes me love my job. Just taking something and running with it.

There was something that a few people wanted on the website kept being put on the backburner and forgotten about it. I had a lot of free time so I thought I could sit and figure it out. I made in my project. However, I needed something from another department. A list. I knew they were reviewing this list so I thought it was perfect timing to ask for a copy. I get fucking ignored. Well you know what, fuck you. I spent two days researching and trying to figure this out ( part of the reason the web department kept pushing it aside was because it would be a lot of work and we don't need it exactly. ) all because I wanted to do something cool. You gotta help me. Not ignore me. This is the same person who seems to refuse to acknowledge that I work in this goddamn department. I'm always having my boss forward messages to me from said person because this person will send emails to everyone in the web department BUT ME and often times I'm the one who has to do it or can answer.

I got snapped at by another coworker. Maybe not snapped, but some attitude that I seriously did not deserve. I get it. You hate your job. I hate my job sometimes too ( like today. ) and you're always cynical about everything that's done here. Don't take it out on me. I don't need commentary on what you think viewers will think. I asked a simple question and I don't need you to give me an answer followed by a "It doesn't matter, no one will care" type comment immediately after. Excuse me for wanting to actually put more effort into the work I do.

I'm supposed to build a mini page for a department on the website. I need information from the department and they give me little bits and scraps. My boss asks for more and I get nothing. No help, no more information, and just ignored. It's like, fine. I get it. You want me to do the most basic of things. You don't want fancy things or actually make it look good. Who cares right?

I like to think I got hired because I can do more than the bare minimum. I'm just really pissed off and fed up right now. I can't wait to go home.

I HAVE A FISH! A work buddy. And he needs a name. You can see him here.

Not the best picture of him. ( lol phone. ) He's kind of a dark teal and rust color.

The first name that came to mind was Axl because the rust color is very much like Axl's hair. X3 But as I watched him throughout the first half of the day, the name "Joshua" came to mind.

HE'S A VERY PRIDEFUL FISH I feel. And when he isn't all "Look how pretty I am!" he's fighting with the wall. He's a spaz. In my mind he's all like "RAWR" and *attack!* *attack!* *attack!* and then suddenly all like "Look at me!" as he goes floating by over so slowly.

And then he repeats. He's so fricken adorable!

My friend who got him for me has one at her desk too, Frank. Frank is a bit. . .special. I went over to say hi and spotted him with his head just down in the rocks. He wasn't really moving, it looked like he was pouting. When we moved closer he got up and flared at us. He's a grumpy fish. My friend is convinced he is suicidal.

So any names you think might fit for Mr. Spaz? So far I have considered:

-Axl
-Joshua
-Patrick
-Hallelujah
-Lockon

I also kind of like the name Jade ( Tales of Abyss. ), but I have a coworker named Jade so that might be a little weird.

Man, I love America.

An Eastern State Hospital patient who has a history of escape, has committed murder and is classified as criminally insane schizophrenic escaped.

While on a field trip.

At the Spokane County Interstate Fair.

Man, days like this makes me miss working in the news department. You can read more online: KXLY.com ABC

( And yes, I didn't link to my work's website. . .but, hey. KXLY has more information. )

Edit: Oh man, from twitter: @KXLY4News: Sheriff's Office *upset* with Eastern State Hospital. Paul may have wandered off as early as 11:30 but wasn't reported missing 'til 1:15.

Also. My Tri-Cities and Ellensburg folks! @KXLY4News: The sheriff's office now believes Paul may be hitchhiking to Sunnyside in Yakima Valley where his parents live.

Our Newspaper Spokesman has an updated picture of him here: Click Here

If it is true he is heading to Sunnyside, he has to go through either Ellensburg or Tri-Cities. Just FYI.

Work was boring to all hell. I was really slammed all week, then come in today, finish something, and then realized. . .

I have nothing to do.

I tried my best to stay busy. Cleaned up things. Some little things. But really. At 2:00pm. I had absolutely nothing to do. I read and tagged old LJ entries.

ALSO. I set up an appointment to see a new apartment on Friday. So excited. Super close to work. The only downside is I don't think there is parking. But with how close it is to work, I could probably park there. . .will cost me $45 a month. Or I could find some other lot for monthly parking.

I've only been here a year, but I am tired of living above the BLVD. With its crappy garage band music.

So ever since Q got a traffic department. . .things have been interesting. The assistant manager is a big prankster and all around good fun. Ever since he got me with the phone I have wanted to do a big prank on him at some point, but I am bad at this.

Then on twitter, someone working at another station posted a picture of a prank pulled on him. I stole the idea and well. . .took it a step farther to increase the amount of "WTF?!" that would be in the reaction. Here goes. . .

( No Jell-O was harmed in the making of this prank. )



And a little warning.

So apparently the guy I pranked had strong suspicion that it was my boss. Even going into her office and glaring at her and then saying in a soft voice, "Jell-O?"

Tee-Hee.

I'm so doomed.

Did you know mice love Jell-O?

Watch tonight at 6pm.

Tomorrow is "Crazy Tuesday!" ( I really need a more creative name than that. )

We have a new receptionist at work and tomorrow is her first day. She's part time and Tuesdays are the only days where she works a full shift. I walk to work so I waltz through the lobby every morning around 8am.

The previous receptionist ( now working in Traffic, yay! ) came up with the idea that I should come in wearing something weird everytime and act like it's normal.

SO YES! Every Tuesday I am going to wear or carry some random accessory that people would question in their head. I am starting out small with the hope that she will just think it is a bit off. . .but doesn't want to be rude and say anything. Then I will work up to crazy things like, my Allelujah wig one time, lab coat another time, Hawaiian leis another.

The stairs up are right outside the lobby and I usually don't see anyone else until I get to Sales, so I have plenty of time to remove the random article. :3

The other reason starting small is she is being trained. X3 Obviously. Tomorrow I am wearing my giant metallic aviator sunglasses with bright pink lenses! :D

Work has been pretty busy. Switching to a new ad system and we have to transfer all our ads over. I've been working on it slowly, but I have had other things to do. Then on Friday I was asked if I could get it done by Tuesday. My deer in headlights look allowed the deadline to be pushed to the end of Wednesday.

I'm almost done.

What amuses me is that on Friday, JF commented "And what are we going to do with Tri-Cities?" Pffft. I'm surprised that I'm the one who responded with "It's their responsibility."

When I made that comment I got a lot of stares and then slow nods and then agreement.

Q was supposed to take over their ad system months ago, but they raised such a stink about it so fine. I don't care. They've been over their video storage limit for the last few months costing the company extra money. They missed the second half of training for the new ad system. They went against my advisement even after I pointed out that something they wanted to do was unnecessary and redundant.

I seriously can't stand looking at my old station's website.

Jumping back to my job, I am slightly worried. I haven't expressed this to anyone at work yet, but ah. . .I don't know.

Part of my job is to build sales pages and such. I put a lot of work into them. Well, those pages are going away and from the sound of it, we're not doing them anymore.

Um.

What am I going to do with 50% of my time? That's like half of my job right there.

When three people at a competitor station have lost their job in the last two weeks, yeah, I am a bit concerned about losing mine.

I'm so irritated and jittery right now. Why? BECAUSE I AM SO DONE for today. *lol*

I've done a lot of work today and while most of it was fun stuff, I am like. Done. Done with work. I've hit my level of ADD and like, just don't want to work anymore for today. I want to go home. Right now. I still have an hour left! Argh.

The work I have to do for the rest of the day is boring mindless work and just. Man. I want to go hoooooome. *lol* I've never felt this "done" with work before.

I am like so thankful for any distraction that gets me away from my desk. I was so excited. My boss and I were going to go talk to the GM about the work I did today, but it turns out the GM is gone for the rest of the day and tomorrow. So I had to go back to my hole.

I WOULD BE HAPPY JUST TO LEAVE MY DESK RIGHT NOW. AAAAAHHHHH.

AAAAAAHHHHHH.

MY WORK! And AP. And Newsvine.

So my Graham was kidnapped to be used as a bargaining chip to get inside a manager's locked office. He wasn't alone, he was used with a tape case, blank CD, two photographs, and two post-it notes. So now that the kidnapper successfully retrieved her items from the manager's office, I am sitting here wondering where Graham is.

I think I have an idea, but all I know is he isn't here.

It's lonely in my cube.

*lol*

I thought the work I would be doing today would be fun. Turns out it really isn't. Boo.

Awkward moment.

Sitting with my boss and she is telling me this story about this guy and how he was yelling at his girlfriend. So I commented. . .

Me: "Wow. That makes me really thankful for having someone like Billy."

PLEASE NOTE THAT MY BOSS' HUSBAND IS NAMED BILLY SO THIS IS ALL DIFFERENT LEVELS OF AWKWARD. And he left her office only moments ago when I was there and thankfully wasn't there when I made this statement.

Me: ". . ."
Me: "He's dressing up as a character named Billy! I can't believe I just called him that. I meant 'John'!!!
Her: "That's okay. I know everyone wants him." *Smilesmile*

So I have been fighting with this flash file for some time. I decided I need to focus and battle one battle at a time and slowly work on it that way and today I finally got the chance to sit down and focus. I somehow figured out some ActionScript and after staring at it for a while and reading it carefully, I began to understand it which is amazing. So I made some adjustments and started on the next battle.

The second battle has been a headache for quite some time and makes me wish that Microsoft would DIAF for turning something that was once a no-brainer into something difficult. I fucking hate Internet Explorer, I cannot say that enough. Anyway, I finally got it to work and possibly in a last effort to mess with my head. . .now this is my problem.

I have my happy little SWF file on a happy little server that I can access. My HTML file brings up the SWF file using an absolute path. I needed to replace the SWF file, so I decided to delete the old version and wait a while. I waited, pull up the HTML document and. . .the SWF file still comes up. Passing it off as it being in cache, I decided to restart my computer and wait an hour. Sufficient enough time for it to be deleted.

An hour goes by, a restart occurs, and my HTML document still brings up the SWF file that I deleted. Whut?

To make things even more confusing, as I was scratching my head and staring at a folder on the server that was missing the SWF file. . .I noticed that the HTML file I had kept refreshing was not, in fact, the one stored on my local computer. Instead, I was viewing the HTML file that I had uploaded to the server. And deleted. When I deleted the SWF file an hour ago.

So I am viewing a nonexistent SWF file by opening a nonexistent HTML document. Whut?

No. Really. Whut?

Work was fine. Not a whole lot to catch up on. Well. Nothing new I should say. I have plenty of work to do. I need to wait on my boss and it turns out she is sick so she wasn't in today. Hmmm. And I didn't have trouble convincing people that I was sick yesterday.

While I was gone, someone hid Easter Eggs all over my cube. That was fun. Candies, stickers, and office supplies. But I also got a Sailor Mercury keychain and a Wicked Lady figure. Oh, and a ton of plastic police men that I set up in the corner. Ha ha.

While at work, I took the time to catch up on twitter. I decided to only look at tweets that were in reply to me rather than try to actually read back the days I was gone. I didn't miss much and I found the following humorous. ( Read from bottom to top. )



I'm still working on collecting con pictures together, and then I will post. I think I make a pretty fucking hot Joshua. ( I don't look like him, but I think I look hot regardless? )

Oh. I fail and survival when I am sick or drawing. Meaning, I don't eat much. I forced myself to eat yesterday, I think I ate some on Tuesday, and I ate today but. . .apparently not enough. Now that I am starting to get better my stomach is suddenly like "Oh hey, you haven't eaten enough the last few days *PAAAAIIIIIN*"

So I am going to cook now.

I work with some fun people. Sales AE for the web comes over and pretends to be all "Rush! Rush! Rush!" with me. . .

Web Sales: I need that order I gave you yesterday as I need the client's email right now.
Web Designer: This one? Why didn't you make a copy for yourself?
Web Sales: I don't do paper.
Web Designer: Why didn't you write it down?
Web Sales: You know what? It's shoulda-woulda-coulda with you and I don't work that way. Just get back to work!
Web Designer: I know whose work I'm NOT working on today.

And then later. . .because I am always quiet people tease that I am too loud. The General Sales Manager passes by and heads over to Web Sales.

GSM: Meagan is too loud all the time. You should talk to her.
Web Sales: Meagan! You should tell (GSM) about your rudeness to me earlier!
GSM: Oh, so you already touched on this?
Web Designer: What? No, you started it with your---
Web Sales: All I told her was to get back to work and then, wait. What did you say to me after that?
Web Designer: I don't know, it's your story!

I am not really having the best of days today, but this was an amusing moment for sure.

I always say that it takes a different kind of breed of person to work in TV news and to do it for a long time. You will see things that people only hear about. Read about. Or see parts of. We have to see it everyday. All the bad stuff happening.

I sometimes wonder what it is that keeps us from out right screaming.

I and two other people had an out of office meeting. We were returning back and saw some firetrucks off to the side. Being that we work for a news station, we head towards it. I casually joke, "Should we get out our phones and take pictures for the station?" Two of us do and the other regretfully said she forgot hers back at work.



Coming to a corner, we were a block away. I took two more pictures, struggling to understand what was going on. Two fire trucks, an ambulance, several police, and another ambulance just arriving. There was no evidence of a fire.

Seeing one firetruck raise its ladder, I noticed the skywalk had a few of its glass panels taped off. As if it had shattered or broken in some way. It wasn't making any sense in my head as to how or why that would happen. A skywalk? I was thinking maybe there was a shooting? Of course. . .then police would be frantically trying to get everyone away or something, right?

We crossed the street and I started to dial my work since there didn't seem to be any news crews there yet. I heard someone mention a guess that someone had jumped.

It didn't click as my friends and I moved closer. The fact that firecrews were just raising a ladder. That more paramedics were just arriving on scene. That while my station is only four blocks away. . .no one was there. It didn't click as to how shortly after the incident we were.

( What We Saw Behind Cut. Plus Two More Pictures. Read With Caution. )

Forgot to post this yesterday.

A couple of months ago, for work I created a flash widget for all our little franchise pages. It was to make clients happy. It took me about a week and a half to create as the scripting was tricky and yeah. It looked awesome, everyone was excited, but then I was asked to make it smaller and interact differently with the users. That is easier said than done. About that time I had to create a morning show page and do a bunch of other sales projects and just haven't had the time to do it. This is the type of thing that needs my full attention and it kept having to be put on the back-burner so to speak.

I still haven't gotten to it and I built it back in December. It is sitting in draft on our home page and my new boss ( who knew nothing about it. ) stumbled upon it today with the General Sales Manager. They love it. They came to talk to me about it to find if I knew anything about it. ( *lol* I maaaade it. ) But they like it just as is and want to use it soon as possible.

Well.

I bundled up to go home for lunch. On my way I passed by the other web person's desk. My boss chatting with him and he just kind of looks over at me and gives me a look. So I head over and found they were discussing my flash widget.

So for the next half hour, I stood there listening to them "argue" about it. It was constructive arguing. . .sort of. But still arguing none-the-less. A "This is my point." "I understand your point, but this is my point." "I understand your point, but this is really what I mean." kind of thing. You know. They rephrase their points each time.

Now, they did both make good valid points. Of course. . .you can argue until closing time, but how productive is that? I tried several times to cut in with different ideas on how to make both of them happy. But I couldn't get a word in edge wise really. The first time I did, my idea was slowly rejected and the arguing between the two continued. Even when I tried to add in humor. . .it didn't help. They just went back to arguing after a short laugh.

Their arguing was beginning to get more intense. I saw that now both of them were struggling to stay polite with each other. At least that is the impression I got. So I quickly flailed an arm in between them, pointed at the website and said,

"It will be more work for me, but what if we just ______?"

At the same time they replied, "I like it. I can live with that."

Extremely awesome moment. I felt so good and happy about it.