Whales on the internet and wintertime blues.
Well, after promising to do so for months and months I finally finished a website for a friend of mine Matt Rossi. You can check out the new page by clicking the link on the sidebar or by clicking here.
In all honesty, I have no idea what Matt’s deal is with the whales but the site turned out pretty well.
Matt’s brother Michael designed the fantastic graphics and I made it into a functioning site completely database driven for simple dynamic updating– In short, it’s way cool.
This brings me to a somewhat touchy point, hopefully not to be taken incorrectly by those who read it.
I am a computer geek by trade (and somewhat by choice, I do enjoy it) and because of this I often have friends, friends of friends, co-workers etc. ask me to help them out with various computer problems. I’m usually only too happy to oblige but lately it’s been getting out of hand. People call me on the phone and without so much as a “Hi! How are ya?” launch into their computer woes, or they stop by my desk at work and say “Hey Ian, when you get a second could you…”.
Maybe I’m being a bit thin skinned about it all– just a little case of the winter time blues, but feeling like you are being taken for granted is never fun. Now I understand why every single one of my computer geek friends and co-workers charge money for services outside the office setting.
I guess I’m just too nice/stupid/willing to please for my own good sometimes.
I’m reminded of an old axiom about finishing last but I’ll refrain, this post is whiney enough already.
November 22nd, 2004 at 9:14 am
No no, you’re not being too thin-skinned about this. You’re right, and I’m probably one of the worst about it. Rest assured, you’re much appreciated, both for your computer skills and for yourself.
I can’t speak for everyone, but I’ll try to remember to make that appreciation felt more in the future.
-Matt
November 22nd, 2004 at 9:19 am
Oh, and just for the record my deal with the whales is that they’re large and graceful. They grapple with giant squid at depths where the pressures would drive you or me into a state of delerium or two-dimensionality. And they have big vats of oil in their foreheads, which is pretty bad ass, if you ask me.