OK, I suck, I freely admit it. I promised to write an entry on Tuesday, but, of course, I didn't. Why? Because I suck. I did have to page on Tuesday night (for the emergency backup episode of Wednesday's live Drew Carey show, just in case a problem came up on Wednesday), but I was home by 8:30p, which left plenty of time to update.

I ended up working on a couple of web projects on Tuesday and Wednesday that I hope to unveil in the next couple of weeks. Actually, only one of them will be unveiled, 'cause the other is just a mirror site of this one that I hope to use to lure prospective employers, employing some coding I'm teaching myself for web design. It'll have most of the stuff I have on the Strand, but no links to my journal and I might leave out a few other things.

The other project I'm going to keep secret for now. That one will probably take the longest, because a lot of research is going to be needed. But I'm doing it purely for fun, and if something positive comes of it, so much the better.

Found out something very interesting at work today: co-worker Sandra (with whom I do most of my work) and I will be moving back to the corporate building, which is where we were moved from in March.

I'm rather happy about this for several reasons. One: it makes much more sense for us to be at the corporate building. The work we do has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of the department and never has. The initial decision to move us off-site was one of the stupider decisions made by our division.

Two: I won't be reporting to my current bosses. They are very fond of micro-managing their employees to death, which is one of the aspects I hate most. (Hello, we're responsible adults. Don't treat us like frickin' grade school kids.)

Now, I don't know if my new boss will be any better, especially since I'm not sure who I'll be reporting to just yet. For all I know, he/she may be as bad or worse. But at least the prospects are looking up.

Three: I'll be back in the corporate building, which is where everything happens. When you're off-site, you're very "out of sight, out of mind". No good for the career. I may not want to stay in Sales, but I'll be able to interact with people in other departments, people who may be able help me out of Sales and into a position I'd really enjoy.

And four: I'm closer to home. Once again, it'll take only ten minutes from my front door to my cubicle, which pleases me to no end. And I won't be rushing quite as much to get to my paging gigs on time. It was a bit of a nightmare trying to get from the far end of Burbank to Studio City in fifteen minutes, and most of the time I was at least five minutes late. Now I'll be on time! Yea!

Of course, Disney being Disney, now that the decision has been made, we're expected to be back there next Thursday. A whole week to get us moved back and set up. Last time this happened it pushed back our regular work for about a week or so, and was quite a challenge to coordinate (I was the moving coordinator last time; I don't know yet if I'll be doing it again).

Still, even though I'll miss some of the people in my current building, I know I'll be much happier in the new place. And I can always go to lunch with my co-workers. I won't be that far away.

I'm listening to Who Wants To Be A Millionaire right now, and Gary Levine just won $250,000 with the answer India. (Question: Queen Victoria was known as the empress of what country?) Ya know, of all the questions this Gary guy was asked, only one of them gave me any trouble at all, and I still got it within a few seconds. Look, I'm not saying I'm incredibly brilliant or anything, but these questions do seem horribly easy.

Yeah, I can hear you saying, "Well, why don't you call up if you're so damned smart?" Well, I would, but since I work for Disney, which owns ABC, I'm ineligible. That drives me crazy, 'cause I know that I'd win at least $32,000, especially if they keep asking questions like, "Who wrote the line 'Give him an offer he can't refuse' from The Godfather?" (Answer: Mario Puzo.)

Then again, I'm not under those hot lights with that damned music in my ear and Regis Philbin a few feet away with an earnest look on his rather scary face.

Whose Line Is It Anyway? is starting. Gotta go! Bye!