Good and bad.
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camwynWell, looks like the latest list of triumphs and tribulations is a list of fairly small things. Nothing earth-shaking, but then again, nothing horrific either. This is probably just as well. Riding the White Horse (please, please, please, before you assume anything about that, go back through my LJ entries and find the one where I explain about the White Horse) has a tendency to leave a body exhausted and useless. A little time for small things now and again is a good thing.
Small triumph: Got last night's drawing posted to the Pencils Gallery and successfully integrated a named anchor into the page so that people can click to jump to another drawing on the same site. I'd half forgotten how to do that.
Small tribulation: Found out that not only was my new suit jacket two inches too short in the sleeve (well, two inches short of my wrists, anyway - I don't mind 'em a little short, but that's about an inch more than I quite like), the place I bought 'em from is sold out of larger sizes. An attempt to exchange it for a larger size in a different colour brought the news that the other colour had sold out of everything except Small.
Small triumph: The fact that one of our donors has yet to receive a thank-you letter is not my fault after all, but that of one of our executives, who neglected to sign the letter a week ago when I gave it to him. This is bad for the donor, but at least I did my part properly.
Small tribulation: An inexplicably scratchy throat despite the best efforts of my last Tunes cough drop.
Small triumph: I had enough kosher cheese last night to make macaroni and cheese for myself. Damn, but I wanted animal protein. Nothing died to produce my dinner last night - well, maybe the wheat that became the macaroni did, but everything else came from seeds or was safe milk or eggs. Thank God for the rabbis.
Small tribulation: I was ten minutes late for work this morning because of construction traffic, a traffic accident, and a stretch where I was stuck behind a construction crane on the road.
Overall I think it's a good thing to have such little problems. I mean, I could be living in Afghanistan. I could be living in Angola. I could be living in one of the bits of New York City that my parents moved specifically to avoid. But when your biggest problem of the day is a suit jacket you bought on sale (thirty dollars off) fitting every other way but being a few inches too short in the sleeve, you know you've got it good. God bless America.
(Of course, having said this, I will no doubt go to check my PO box at lunch and emerge just in time for the first Richter 8 earthquake to hit the nearest fault line in over two hundred years. That's just how it works.)
Today's pulp survival tip is #127: Cutlasses belong in scabbards or in your hand, not between your teeth.
Small triumph: Got last night's drawing posted to the Pencils Gallery and successfully integrated a named anchor into the page so that people can click to jump to another drawing on the same site. I'd half forgotten how to do that.
Small tribulation: Found out that not only was my new suit jacket two inches too short in the sleeve (well, two inches short of my wrists, anyway - I don't mind 'em a little short, but that's about an inch more than I quite like), the place I bought 'em from is sold out of larger sizes. An attempt to exchange it for a larger size in a different colour brought the news that the other colour had sold out of everything except Small.
Small triumph: The fact that one of our donors has yet to receive a thank-you letter is not my fault after all, but that of one of our executives, who neglected to sign the letter a week ago when I gave it to him. This is bad for the donor, but at least I did my part properly.
Small tribulation: An inexplicably scratchy throat despite the best efforts of my last Tunes cough drop.
Small triumph: I had enough kosher cheese last night to make macaroni and cheese for myself. Damn, but I wanted animal protein. Nothing died to produce my dinner last night - well, maybe the wheat that became the macaroni did, but everything else came from seeds or was safe milk or eggs. Thank God for the rabbis.
Small tribulation: I was ten minutes late for work this morning because of construction traffic, a traffic accident, and a stretch where I was stuck behind a construction crane on the road.
Overall I think it's a good thing to have such little problems. I mean, I could be living in Afghanistan. I could be living in Angola. I could be living in one of the bits of New York City that my parents moved specifically to avoid. But when your biggest problem of the day is a suit jacket you bought on sale (thirty dollars off) fitting every other way but being a few inches too short in the sleeve, you know you've got it good. God bless America.
(Of course, having said this, I will no doubt go to check my PO box at lunch and emerge just in time for the first Richter 8 earthquake to hit the nearest fault line in over two hundred years. That's just how it works.)
Today's pulp survival tip is #127: Cutlasses belong in scabbards or in your hand, not between your teeth.
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Date: 2002-03-08 08:23 am (UTC)Someone skilled in the Ways of Fabric may be able to take the sleeve hem out, on that jacket, and lengthen it, depending on whether the Silly Manufacturers left enough of one.