The website
Jan. 16th, 2004 07:28 amI have been carrying around a bag of stuff related to the update of the office website for months, in the hope that I would actually get down to business one morning while working at home.
Real work always seems to get in the way.
But recently decided that I was tired of hauling all the junk around, and plus The Boss thinks "sprucing up" the website could increase business up to 20%. So I decided to take that as inspiration.
Unfortunately, when I sat down to work on the site again, discovered that FrontPage is refusing to work on the computer now. It claims that I need to install 32 bit TCP/IP networking. OOOOKKKKKK. If that is the case, why did FrontPage work on this computer a couple of months ago, the last time I was working on the webpage? Acutally, the answer probably has something to do with The Husband's security modifications to the computer.
So yesterday, I resolved to ignore my real work and just spend quality time on the needed updates and modifications.
Spent the day fluffing the website's pillows, washing the laundry and essentially girlifying it! (Boss' comment after my previous v. small-scale modifications, "It's much more feminine!") *snortle* Also, made huge additions to the Resources page, as my filing gnomes have gotten massive amounts of scanning done in the last month and it seemed a shame not to have the new content up.
More sprucing yet to do. Probably another day's worth. Ready now to work on the meta tags and get some software in to vet the pages adn resume updating the search engines - probably WebPosition Gold. Also, requested the traffic report on our site from our ISP. Hoping to have it in my in-box when I get to the office today. They said "24 hours."
Meanwhile, am frightened of what I will find on my desk today that I just flagrantly ignored yesterday. I *did* pay the taxes yesterday, so at least there should be no criminal repercussions of ignoring my in-box. The Boss should give me back the client bills today, so will bring them home this weekend and watch the cast commentary on TTT or something while stuffing envelopes.
Well, off to start the day. (Sorry, kitty!)
Real work always seems to get in the way.
But recently decided that I was tired of hauling all the junk around, and plus The Boss thinks "sprucing up" the website could increase business up to 20%. So I decided to take that as inspiration.
Unfortunately, when I sat down to work on the site again, discovered that FrontPage is refusing to work on the computer now. It claims that I need to install 32 bit TCP/IP networking. OOOOKKKKKK. If that is the case, why did FrontPage work on this computer a couple of months ago, the last time I was working on the webpage? Acutally, the answer probably has something to do with The Husband's security modifications to the computer.
So yesterday, I resolved to ignore my real work and just spend quality time on the needed updates and modifications.
Spent the day fluffing the website's pillows, washing the laundry and essentially girlifying it! (Boss' comment after my previous v. small-scale modifications, "It's much more feminine!") *snortle* Also, made huge additions to the Resources page, as my filing gnomes have gotten massive amounts of scanning done in the last month and it seemed a shame not to have the new content up.
More sprucing yet to do. Probably another day's worth. Ready now to work on the meta tags and get some software in to vet the pages adn resume updating the search engines - probably WebPosition Gold. Also, requested the traffic report on our site from our ISP. Hoping to have it in my in-box when I get to the office today. They said "24 hours."
Meanwhile, am frightened of what I will find on my desk today that I just flagrantly ignored yesterday. I *did* pay the taxes yesterday, so at least there should be no criminal repercussions of ignoring my in-box. The Boss should give me back the client bills today, so will bring them home this weekend and watch the cast commentary on TTT or something while stuffing envelopes.
Well, off to start the day. (Sorry, kitty!)