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I'm at my desk, once again illicitly updating from work. Well, it's not THAT illicit, but I feel guilty. I read a lot of web diaries from people who work at these teeny tiny Internet-type companies, and it seems like they do a lot of non-work-related stuff at work, like throw Frisbees and order pizza late at night etc.
Well, I don't work at a place like that. I'm not going to say exactly where I DO work, but it's a big place that publishes big scientific journals. If you listen to the news on Wednesdays, any health-related stories probably use a press release from this journal.
And actually, although my friends who work at tiny start-ups seem to have a lot of fun, and seem to be super-tight with all their coworkers, they also seem to work A WHOLE LOT, and I'm kind of glad I don't have a job like that. I like the line between work and home to be a fairly sharp one. I like my job. A lot. And I like most of the people I work with. I just don't feel I need to be here any more than necessary, even if frisbees and pizzas were involved.
WEEBLES WOBBLE, BUT THEY DON'T FALL DOWN! NO SIR! NOT EVER!