I'm sure there's a support group out there for me so I might as well admit it: I'm addicted to CSS.
To others in the know of the Jedi way of the website code - yes, I know I have a problem.
To those who don't have this geeky privilege, it's a nifty part of website coding that dictates styles, i.e., design.
The obvious lack of a stubble-beard aside, unlike our web designer persona here, I would never be caught dead wearing skinny jeans or carrying a Macbook Pro. I am un-regrettably a PC gal through and through, and while I don't bring my own keyboard to work, it's only because I have the EXACT same keyboard at work as I do at home.
(On a side note, I did take my own mouse to work, until my awesome employer bought me another so I didn't have to. Let's face it, my boss is cooler than your boss.)
The esoteric tee-shirt is another glitch in my web designer claims. Why I am a spectacular fan of esoteric humor, only the code-snob's "There's no place like 127.0.0.1" statement is the one that made me chuckle.
As for the fears? Aside from Perl and server crashes, most of these rank a big "eh" on the worry-meter.
I'm not sure what all this says about my nerdtastic ways, but after having spent the weekend doing exactly what I spend all week doing (for projects outside of work), I can't help for it all to be running around tirelessly on that hamster wheel I call a mind.
I spend half my day (every day) bouncing back and forth between Photoshop and Illustrator, and the other half of my day lost in coding, most notably CSS (and of course HTML), with a dash or two of text documents, emails, databases, FTP clients, multi-tab/multi-window/multi-browser research and the occasional conversation on the telephone.
So what does that make me, a web designer or a web developer?
Hell if I know.
Either way, it's time to get back to work.
Hmph.
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