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Oh, she does that all the time

Blog Instead of being asleep at 23:04 on 14 July 2006, kitt created this:

Kris was working late tonight, so I wandered over to Mike's for pizza. We watched a tivo'd version of Hustle that he had, ate pizza and lounged around with Mike and Maeryn. During most of the show, Maeryn was holding onto the edge of the couch and walking back and forth along it, demonstrating she knew how to walk, she just chose not to demonstrate such talents to the giants known as not-Mom.

At one point, she was at the end of the couch where Mike's feet were. She reached up, grabbed his foot, and shoved one of his big toes into her mouth.

I exclaimed, "Ewwww! She has your toe in her mouth!"

Mike looked down, and casually commented, "Yeah, she does that someti... YEH-OWWWWWW!"

Uh huh. She does that sometimes, eh? Does she always chomp down, too?

Stones

Blog Yeah, kitt finished writing this at 22:12 on 10 July 2006

Mike's back! Mike's back! Oh, praise whatever deity you think may exist, Mike's back!

And now that he's back, changes are going to be made!

All of them good.

I somehow convinced him that daily walks to discuss daily progresses are a good thing. So, we discussed the current business status while running through the Sunnyvale parking lot maze at Evelyn, just north of Murphy. Mike looked at the progress of the maze, and skipped over lines, walking to the center, then back out, following the maze with his eyes. I, on the other hand, ran along the entire maze, giggling the whole time.

Mike, once again, had some brilliant insights. He commented that I always seem to have a stone around my neck, that I'm weighed down by some project that prevents me from doing the work I want to be doing. It frustrates me, it frustrates Mike, and it makes Doyle just laugh at the both of us.

He made the comment, and I had to wonder if I do this on purpose. I've been in the same position for two years now. Is it a defense mechanism? If I never work on my projects, they can't fail, right? What a horrible, horrible thought: that a fear of failing stops me from trying.

We talked and walked and talked and walked, and decided that half of our hours will be internal project hours. That's forty hours a week working on our own projects, 160 hours a month. We also agreed to increase our hourly rates so that we don't have as much work, giving us the time to work on our projects. Both of these are suggestions Wook suggested, and Mike whole-hearted agreed with them, so I'm happy and excited about the changes.

This time, the changes are going to stick. I'm beyond determined about this. Things have to change, and this feels like the right way to go.

Mide yo ode bidness!

Blog Posted by kitt at 14:27 on 8 June 2006

So, Mike's been getting a number of odd calls to his home number. The message was always something like, "This is mumble, calling from mumble-mumble. It's really important you call me back right away. My number is 702-something-something-something-you-get-the-point."

After receiving three of these calls in the last two days, he called the number. Sure, the first one is a missed call. But three of them? Something was up. He called from work, with Doyle and I sitting in the office, not really listening at first.

"I'd like to know why you keep calling me."

"What's the nature of your business? Why do you keep leaving messages on my voicemail?"

"What do you do? Where are you located? Why do you keep calling my house?"

"I'm not going to tell you that information. You are the one calling me, remember?"

"Look, yes, I know where you're calling from. You're calling from [the 702 number]. Is this a sales call? pause Look, I receive a lot of sales calls, and I'm not interested in receiving them. If you're calling about..."

He was cut off by a very loud, "Mide yo oh-OHN bidness!"

Momentary shocked, Mike looked up at me. Then at Doyle.

We started laughing. Mike recovered quickly.

"Let me speak to your manager. No. Your manager. Right. Now."

I don't know how Mike does it. I'd be cursing up a storm at that idiot woman about 10 seconds into the converation. "What the ****? Look you, *****! You're the one ****ing calling me! Cut this **** out or I'm ****ing calling the police on you for harassment."

Instead, he calmly found out from the manager that the company is a collections agency with the wrong phone number. If they had bothered to do a reverse lookup on Mike's number, they would see Mike has had the same number for the last 8 years, an no, the name on that number was not Jesse Beach.

Yeah, Mike's approach.

Way better.

Stupid woman.

"I just lost five inches."

Blog Written with a loving hand by kitt some time around 12:45 on 23 January 2006

"I feel so inadequate."

Turns out, TSA dropped his computer when they were inspecting his luggage. Like the TSA does anything worthwhile.

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