ravencallscrows | (no subject) (Reply)

It's a very bad thing when i get bored at work and actually have something i feel like working on. Today, since i spent most of the day waiting on people to respond to their e-mail and give me the go-ahead to get the automation guy going on getting stuff done [wouldn't make sense to waste his time if what i think we should test and what my boss thinks we should test are different, and *i* don't want to have to modify the scripts after they're done- the test consists of about a hundred different steps] {look- more nested parenthetical statements, since i'm rambling and i know how much some of you just *love* it when i do this}), and had brought my book of poetry, i did some non-work related productive stuff, and marked up some of it and posted it to the poetry page on my website, which had been waiting for content for too long. I've grabbed things pretty much at random- most of what's posted now (there are five pieces, i'll do more when i get home unless it's a totally hellish commute) is six years old, with one piece dating back thirteen years, just because you all needed the angst and i wasn't sure if i'd have time to get to much more of it.