Blogger stole my font

I go to log in the other day to update my blog, and notice that Blogger has completely revamped their site. It’s all bloaty and filled with pretty buttons and shiny graphics in an obviously weak attempt to make it more inviting for the less-than-savvy folks of the internet. It looks like an iMac ate all four Teletubbies and then vomited them onto my browser window. I keep waiting for that stupid giggling babyface sun to rise up from behind the tabs on the page.

Please don’t ask how I know about the giggling babyface sun. I won’t tell you.

I also discovered that they’re now using my most favoritest font on the planet, Trebuchet. Which is what this site is using (unless you’re viewing my site from a non-MS machine, in which case you’re probably seeing Verdana and this is all pointless anyhow). And now I feel all dirty, because I know some sorry asswipe is going to visit my site after being on Blogger and think that I have been inspired by this insipid new Blogger.com design. I really have a problem with being thought of as an unoriginal bastard.

I should probably stop my sniveling before Blogger decides I’m not a good person and somehow violating my TOS.

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So I’ve spent the past week mildly annoyed. I can’t really say why. I’ve just been…mildly annoyed. Work hasn’t been any different. Busy, yes. Oh most insanely busy. Involving many many hours of cleaning up other peoples’ mistakes. You’d think a large corporation such as the one I work for would actually care about their accounting issues. But no. They’ve let things go on until it’s a big hideous ball of shit mess. And there’s good ol’ Amanda…spending 3 1/2 days researching asset data. They’re lucky I brought a lot of CDs with me last week.

There’s this bad habit in the corporate world of scheduling meetings whenever there’s an empty space in a person’s calendar. Because dammit, we’re not productive if we’re not in meetings every second of the day! Don’t you know that meetings are effective and useful? Don’t you?! Bah, you’re not worth your mint as a person if you don’t enjoy wasting your day in a conference room with someone hopped up on the evil euphoria of the Remote Mouse Pointer and the Excessively-Littered-With-Sounds-and-Flying-Text PowerPoint Presentation.

Then there are the folks who put together conference calls and netmeetings and think that this is just a splendid idea for gathering fine minds from the many offices around the world…not taking into account than 3pm in California is 6pm in Florida…or that 7am in Houston is 5am in California. Not to mention that the people on these conference calls can’t seem to understand that speakerphones pick up EVERYTHING. So the asshole releasing his thunderous post-lunchtime bean farts at his desk in the Seattle office is coming across loud and clear to the other 24 people calling in from various locations in the US. And we’re all just SO happy to be privvy to such a tender moment between him and his anus.

I really need to find something constructive to do with my life. I am not a corporate gal. I find myself wanting to scream and chew through my cubicle walls most days. The lack of general consideration towards other human beings is probably my largest gripe, followed by the abhorrently-minimal salaries, the sick obsession with safety, and this deep driving need to have stretch breaks involving bad bad disco tunes that everyone seems to know by heart, much to my obvious dismay. It’s hard to really hide the expression of horror on my face when my coworkers all chime in during the chorus of “I Love the Nightlife.”

Running away to join the circus is looking more and more appealing nowadays.