Why, oh why did I think it would be a good idea to stay late today? I normally work from 9 in the morning until 1 in the afternoon, but since our offices were closed on Monday I agreed to put in extra hours today and Friday. Normally, I wouldn’t really care but a) Indianapolis is not gonna pay for itself and b) I need to catch up on work. Here I am.
It wouldn’t be so bad if what I was working on, well, worked. My task is to create image rollover effects using just CSS and XHTML, rather than clunky old JavaScript. In theory, this is easy. I tried doing it from scratch and it wasn’t working entirely right. I believe that Google was made for a reason, and I proved myself right again by finding something relatively simple that I could build upon. Well, all is working fine and dandy.. except now the images are displaying vertically, instead of horizontally. In my mind all I can think of is, I have all. day. to work on this and get it right. Oh, shoot me. I basically picked the worst day to stay late. Sigh.
Anyway, Everett contacted me and told me that the wake for Liane will be at Woodtick Memorial. He’s not sure of the when yet, but he said he’ll keep me posted. I’m going to try like hell to go. I still feel sort of guilty for not going to Devon’s wake or funeral, and I’d hate to miss Liane’s. Personally, I hate funerals and wakes. The last funeral I went to was for my Grandpa Wish. It was more of a memorial, because he’d been cremated, but it was also a military funeral and it was really hard to get through. Before that I went to Chef B’s wake. That sucked, too. It was open-casket, but he just looked so.. different. All of the light and personality was just gone. So it’s kind of a double-edged sword for me; I love the few memories I do have of Liane, and I’m not sure if I want my last of her to be in a casket, but at the same time I wish I’d gone to Devon’s wake/funeral, so I could have had that goodbye.
One thing I do know is, my friends need me. I have friends who were much closer to her than I was, and I know they are all taking it hard. I really would like to be there for them, even if it’s sucky for me. Another sucky part of it is, I haven’t seen some of these friends in a while. I feel kind of guilty for letting it go this long, only to be reunited because of a mutual friend’s funeral. It makes me feel like a bad friend. I felt the same way at Grandpa Wish’s memorial service. I hadn’t seen Grandma Wish or him in a few years, even though they were like grandparents to me growing up. I haven’t seen Everett since New Year’s Eve a couple years ago, and I haven’t seen Leena since Sandy and Bearrin broke up. I don’t know if Sean S. is going, but I haven’t seen him since I worked at Toys R Us. Mike saw him a few days ago.
Sigh. Well, I’m going to take a smoke break now. 3:00 is forever away.
