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Well, we’re off to a fine start. Woke up before 10, even without a wake-up call, and then I got a phone call from my Montreal branch about the missing wire. (They hadn’t deposited it in the US account because the wire information referred to the Canadian account, and they weren’t sure if it was just a routing error within TDCT. Fair enough, and they’ve now added a note to my account so that this will all happen magically and quickly in the future. TD Canada Trust has yet again utterly failed to suck.)

I guess it’s time to head to work.

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Boy, did I ever head to work.

Today I worked on one of our acceptance tests involving a client failing and not really bothering other people too much in the process. It took until 7AM — with a break to join my officemates at Ruth’s Chris for dinner, to celebrate their merger with Wiznet, of course; it would have been rude to refuse! — and it took a bit of ugly code, but it all seems to work pretty nicely. I’ll let Girish find places where that’s not true next week, while I work on another part of the acceptance tests. I’m really starting to hit my stride now.

Between tests, I booked my travel to San Diego, and I’ll add the Austin portions of it once I find out if Phil is coming along, and if so when. I also listened to a lot of Tragically Hip.

I think I’m going to take the weekend off, largely, so that I don’t go insane. Well, to be honest, I’m having a blast and could quite happily continue this nonsensical schedule for a while, it wouldn’t be good for me. And because I’m a grown-up, I know that. (Hi, Mom!)

Confidential to Alasdair: tomorrow afternoon, before hockey. (And after I pick up my license and subway pass from the nice man, who called today.)