meowderina: an introduction

A few weeks ago, I was talking about a client's research project with one of my favorite coworkers. We were trying to figure out if the client was a software developer or a really skilled marketing person who put together cool plans and then handed off the technical pieces to a software expert. We spent a solid half hour reviewing her detailed notes and poking around the internet to learn about the specific programs and apps listed on the client's SOW documents.

At one point, I said out loud: "Like, remember Xanga?" We mentioned the exchange to our coworkers. Half of them were uninitiated twenty-somethings who were too exhausted to google it. The other half ignored us, probably because they were too afraid to acknowledge their own mortality.

A lawyer and an almost-accountant walk into a Teams meeting. They talk about Xanga, and then they talk about Yellowjackets, and then the beloved coworker flees the toxic workplace less than a month later, and then meowderina takes an extra sick day or two or three, stunned by her company's incredible ability to lose the entire plot, again.

My erstwhile colleague seems to be thriving. Her family business is taking off, and she sounds lighter and happier. We talk about things like paint colors and chickens via text message nearly every day. Things could be worse.

Anyway, now I'm pursuing my lifelong dream of being a person who logs onto al gore's internet and rants into the void about hundreds of random books. I'm also trying to figure out how the hell to build a website in the midst of daddy trump's goal of speed-running a homegrown fascism arc. Love that character development for me.

TL;DR - this website is under hella progress. Once I get a handle on my burnout and stick to a consistent content creation schedule, it's all over. Stay tuned.

xoxo,
meowderina