Thursday, August 14, 2008

I Was a Weird Kid...

...and I haven't changed much.

When I was six or seven, I got a desk for my birthday. It was the greatest thing I had ever been given to that point in my life. I was ecstatic. When I was little, I played "office" the way some little kids play "school." I would just sit at my desk and pretend to do paperwork.

Today, I was working on redesigning a form that my office uses to process work, and I had to ask a coworker about some edits I was making. She commented on how well I approached editing the form as if I were someone using it, and I started waxing rhapsodic about forms in general.

"I love forms. They're like the artifacts of policies, and policies are how we express what our priorities and norms are. When you look at a form, you see what's important to people."



...that's great, Kev. Let me know if you need my opinion on anything else."

Cripes. It's no wonder I always get pegged as the dork in the room.

1 comment:

LEstes65 said...

AH HAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm laughing because I seem to be the only person in my large IT organization who can create forms or usable documentation of any sort. I love that stuff! Most programmers don't care. If it does what it's supposed to do, who cares what it looks like.

You go, Dork Form Boy!