A little disillusioned, I'm a little frail, everything's raw & it hurts to inhale
Angie Hart seems to be writing the soundtrack of my life recently, and a Splendid job she's doing of it too.
Back to the world of the chemically enhanced, I'm afraid. Hence the blog silence. Some periscope down time to sort out my head. But here is some random stuff to keep you entertained.
Why I Hate Flying
Coming in to land in Sydney, hearing a sudden, loud THUMP!, having the plane drop and sway from side to side violently until passengers start screaming.
Halfway though my flight back to Melbourne, hitting the worst turbulence I've ever experienced only to discover we're landing in the middle of a huge thunderstorm that resulted in most other flights being diverted away from Melbourne. Once we were on the ground, we were stranded on the tarmac because we were surrounded by ground strikes. All the gates were full and it was unsafe for ground staff to be on the tarmac (but OK for all us trapped on the plane!). So we sat on the tarmac for an hour and a half watching lightning strike around us before we were able to get to a gate.
Only During Usability Testing...
Having a testing participant come in wearing the most GLORIOUS, perfect, red lipstick and asking her where she got it from only to find out it was from a discontinued bin at a chemist. [pout]
Having a participant point to the 'About [Client Name]' button and ask, "Is that information about [Client Name]?" No, it's where you download the Crazy Frog ring tone, you arse clown. What do you think?
I'd personally like to thank the participant who arrived outfitted all in purple, including a purple handbag accessorised with matching, glittery, purple anal beads. How did I know this? Well, I'm sexually perverse, of course, but it was an interesting discussion point (yes, she did know what they were).
I hardly think you can provide objective feedback on my client's website if you are currently suing them, sir. Yes, I think that disqualifies you from the testing. No, I'm not going to pay you for your time.
I don't know where to start. A handbag accessorized with anal beads? The mind boggles. Usability testing was always the stage that sent me home angry when I used to work at a new media shop.
I know all about the hurts to inhale thing, I'm a tiny bit bruised after yesterday's car crash. Damn taxi drivers. My car seems headed for the great parking lot in the sky. :(
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Missed you much, Cat