All in favour of starting
All in favour of starting this week right the hell over, raise your hand. Monday was a headache-induced wash. Tuesday morning was lost to conference calls, but the afternoon was going OK until Andreas found an oops in my code and I subsequently unearthed a hole pile of semi-scary behaviour lurking just below the surface. Today, I failed to get a message from my Dad cancelling our lunch appointment, and I spent an hour or so waiting for him in the Teranet lobby before we found someone who could inform me that he was out of the office all day. When I got back to my office, I had missed the Swiss Chalet order, but the place was still full of yummy chicken smell. Argh. I’m glad I’m not sick of Subway yet.
Also, the house is a mess, and Tyla’s due back in a few days.
And I’m not making very good progress on the new recovery stuff, because every time I make a change to something I uncover a pile of other problems lurking underneath. Soon, I pray, my renovations will be complete and I’ll be able to actually make some forward, rather than lateral, progress. I’m supposed to be passing some acceptance tests by the end of this week — acceptance tests which I also have to write — but it’s not feeling likely right now.
I’m going out to dinner with Aven and Mark tonight, for Aven’s birthday, and then we’re supposed to meet up with a bunch of people for drinks. After that, I think I’m going to go home, work out a little bit, shower, and come back into work for an all-nighter. If I don’t have some good progress by Thursday around lunch time, I think I’m going to cry.
(Christina’s going-away get-together was lots of fun, even though she tried to be very silly and pay for drinks and food. That Christina, so silly. I’m glad I didn’t follow her back to Aven-and-Mark’s for “martini shots” — no, I don’t know either — because I’d be even more behind now, and feeling even more guilty about it.)
I just bought some headphones, so that I can block out more ambient noise at the office. I hope they arrive soon, or I’ll have to kill someone. Probably Dwayne.