WebKittyn Warbles

Up for a story? It's not a long story but it's a tale of frustration, determination and woe. Much woe. Come, sit. Have a doughnut and a mug of grog and hear a tale of woe.

Allow me to provide a short bit of background for those who don't really know me. I am anal. Yes, yes I am. I am a perfectionist who can be driven crazy by the smallest flaw in my vision. I have been known to sit down with a project and remain sitting there at it for way too long. Trying to get a footer just perfect on a client's forums becomes a 13 hour event with no breaks except the quick trip to the bathroom. 16 hours straight on an area for the MUD and that's only descs.

My personal life may be a constant exercise in perpetual bad decisions but when it comes to anything 'work' related, I turn into this obsessive anal nutcase. Certifiable.

And I rage, oh how I rage. I am Irish/Finnish/Russian/Romanian and I am my father's daughter (he's the Irish/Finnish half). It doesn't really mean anything but if something isn't working for me, I rage. I lose all memory of 13 years of private school and I morph into a screeching, whining, crying, evil, pox-wishing shrew. Yes, shrew. Luckily Gotard has learned how to pat me on the head and 'there there' me enough that I shush. It's never rage directed at people, I don't take anything out on people but (for example) Movable Type has been called some miiiiiiighty funky things more than once. It's actually funny in a sick 'laugh at the moron' sort of way.

(points to the door - there's more inside. Bring some more grog.)

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