[crack the envolope with a shiney letter opener, blow inside and retrieve the piece of paper inside]
The answers to the questions of my yearly performance review at work:
1. Performance?
2. Causes for concern?
3. Remuneration.
All three of my Carnack-like predictions were correct. Gh3y.
Where have I been? Who cares, really. For those that need to know for one reason or another, I’ve been reading. There you have it. That’s it. Nothing more than reading and stuff. You can’t get a hold of me at work? ICQ is off. Email is being sorted by project. Unrelated email has been filing into a buffer that I’ve been neglecting (you’d have slightly better chances @ home). I’ve been busy. Should I even bother to be busy after being vastly underpaid (but apparently appreciated) for three years? Sure. Pride in my work. Plenty of projects to be done for unrelenting clients. Miss me? Odd. I still have plenty to read and do. You must be busy, too. Busy on.
I like ConTEXT and Dena’s fruit salad whilst evaluating big-oh’s and listening to smart music.
