email works again

Yay! My velvet.net address works again.

It's all British Telecom's fault. Remember, kids, evil monopolies are bad, mmmkay?

lateral moves

So I just got called into my boss's office. Apparently, the EDGE-FX team (the team on which I interned last year) is badly in need of a UI designer (needing one a lot worse than iCSM needs another engineer), and since I have design experience from my years as a webmutant, I've been asked if I'd be willing to transfer over and take the position.

This is a good thing in a number of ways. First of all, the folks on the EDGE-FX team are great. I had a lot of chemistry with them -- which is an improvement over my current team, with which I have... no chemistry at all, really. Also, I get along a lot better with the EFX team manager, who is a great guy in addition to being an excellent engineer. I won't be getting any more money, but I won't be getting any less, either.

I'll also be able to add "Lead UI Designer, EDGE-FX Team" to my resume, which doesn't upset me at all. :)

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So when I had lunch with inevitability today, he complained that I hadn't posted anything swoony about Selena in the last few days for him to condense. And I realized that this was true, and that I really ought to rectify this immediately. Not so that he could condense it, of course, but so you all can know how wonderful Selena is, and how much I adore her.

I talked to her on the phone for about an hour and a half last night, talking about books and listening to stories from her childhood in New York City. She has a habit of thinking that I won't understand what she is saying or where she is coming from, and is continually suprised when I understand perfectly, and agree, having thought the same way. It draws us together, those little bursts of suprise, joy and relief at finding someone who really understands these things, and feels the same.

When I met Selena, I was feeling rather cynical and bitter about love and relationships in general, as I had noticed that I had set a pattern for myself in the relationships that I would get into, one which I felt I would never escape. When we finally did meet, though, that cynicism was broken, and replaced by joy and hope.

It has been said to both Selena and I in the past (before we knew one another) that a relationship between two hopeless dreamers tends to go badly, as they have nothing to ground one another to reality. Yet, as she once said, we are quite content to drift off in our own little world, weaving dreams for one another, telling stories, imagining the future and the past and the other. It's a warm, protective feeling, one which I have longed for. And the fact that she recognizes this, and feels the same way -- well. I had rather despaired of ever meeting someone like that. And now I have, and she loves me.

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Benzoate: Woo! Makes me want to get all sweaty, that does.
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Just spoke to my new boss. It's official, I'm back on EDGE-FX now. :)