kennywood^3

I have a cubicle at work now for WQED. I used to be in a room with lots of boxes, but now that room just has boxes in it. No more me.

It's kind of nice. I have my own desk, lots of drawers and cabinet space. It's not really mine, because I share working space with someone else (I'm here MWF, she's here TR). I don't really know this other person, except that she insists on working with a computer screen resolution of 800x600, which I find unbearable. Other than that, I've maybe met her once. It's an odd relationship.

Katie's parents left on Sunday. Sometime last week (Thursday?), we went to Kennywood. It was after 6 PM so we got half-day discounted tickets. It was the most fun I've ever had in that park. Everyone was happy and (after three water rides) wet. I felt kind of bad because they were parents and did the parent thing of buying all the tickets, food, etc. for the week they were here. That's all fine and dandy for Katie (she's their daughter!) but I felt like a mooch at times.

Still, it was a blast hanging out with them, and going through Kennywood until it got dark. We got to ride everything we wanted to; the only thing I wish I could have done was win Katie something at Skeeball.

Yesterday was my first code review with Portal/Web Services, where I found out that I still have a lot to learn about this whole portlet coding business. Sure, I got it to work almost completely independently, but there were many things I could have done better. So, now, I'm trying to do them better.

I think I'm a bad influence on Katie. First, I got her addicted to blog-reading. Now, it's reality television. We watch The Amazing Race religiously, and she was pretty adamant about watching the end of Who Wants to Marry My Dad? I think we'll be watching the finale to For Love or Money next week, too. Do I mind? Of course not. I was a junkie of the original Survivor, and I never mind watching reality TV. Still, it can't be too healthy.

On the S'n'S front, we were going to originally put on this show called Little Shop of Horrors for homecoming. But, because of a national touring company, we can't anymore. So we're going to do something else. That something else will probably be decided this upcoming weekend. More on that when more develops.

Mysteriously, about half an hour ago, the lights above my head went out. It's very possible that someone just turned them out. But I'm here in my cubicle and I can't tell what's going on. In both my jobs, I have absolutely no idea what the weather is like except from internet data.

I need to read more. And write more.