I work with someone - she's higher up in the officer hierarchy and I work with her a LOT - who adamantly refuses to deal with any electronic information if she can avoid it.

We do a weekly electronic newsletter, which she has the final say on. She refuses to review the content before I send it over to the people who produce it for us. She prints it out, marks it up, and brings it to me to send off to the producers. We do mass emails, which she edits by printing them out and marking them up, indicating the text she wants linked ... which usually IS linked, but she refuses to go over them electronically.

We get PDFs that have to be reviewed; again, she prints them out (she prints from the unopened file - her Acrobat reader is out of date and she refuses to update it) and, again, marks them up.

Last week she had some questions about some of what our organization does (she's been with us for about a year, but prefers to remain oblivious to as much of the organization as possible) and refused to look at pages of our own website to get information and was FURIOUS that some of the information was only available as PDFs. Our membership structure - a mystery to her.

I've reached the point where I'm not going to go and dig things out and print them for her. She's an adult. She's younger than I am, so she can't say that she's too old to know about computer things. I'm worried, though, because I have my performance review in two days (THANK DOG she's not doing it) and I know she's been complaining to our mutual boss about me.

sigh ...

Oooh, the Owl being this Sunday means I need to go thrift shopping all day. One, all the local thrift stores have kick-ass sales on game day; two, it will get me the hell away from my neighbors who use air horns to celebrate Seahawks goals.

Post high school I went by Lexi when we went out. Susie was still part of our group and Fred wasn't the best name to go by when meeting guys.

Wait, are you Lexine?

I wish there really were Owls. I will be at auditions.

Watching the Superbowl for the commercials is a time-honored tradition.

Ah, the Owl. Here's to a very quiet day at work. With the usual spikes during Half Time.

Wait, are you Lexine?

Yep. It is my middle name and it was one of my past usernames. Should I be scared that you remember that?

I'm supposed to be in the middle of a project review but the higher up who asked for the review is having computer issues and is dealing with our Tech Assistance group, so the rest of us are twiddling our thumbs.

I'm ready to start crocheting. The other work projects I have need my full concentration so picking them up and then putting them down when our review starts would be frustrating. So ready for today to be over.

When I was a church-going teenager, there was a family that would have a Superbowl party where the game was on in one room, and in another room a bunch of us would gather around the piano and sing jazz standards. That is my kind of sports party.

Plei, your mother... May I offer hair pats while continuing to laugh? Because it was awful, but so so funny!

Oh my god, Becky! Look at her butt. It is so big.

So grateful someone else's brain went there, too.

Yay, Callaluna! I saw on FB. Awesome!!! Luna is so adorbs.

Aww, thanks! I think so, but I'm a bit partial.

I'm all edgy today. I have a meeting tomorrow with a new business division of one of my major clients about possibly taking on a whole new slate of work with my company. If it happens there is the potential for it to seriously increase the amount of work that we do, which would be great. It would also really increase the visibility of my business. Okay, I just needed to get that out there.