Pardon me a moment while I grumble. This has been a very long week; various dramas of real life involving parents, a sudden huge uptick in my workload, drama from unexpected sources here and there. The kind of week where you really look forward to weekends. No; I have to work. One of the things […]
Pardon me a moment while I grumble.
This has been a very long week; various dramas of real life involving parents, a sudden huge uptick in my workload, drama from unexpected sources here and there.
The kind of week where you really look forward to weekends.
No; I have to work. One of the things I inherited from Mr. Disappeared is a big project to roll out a bunch of new hardware libraries (if you don’t know what that mans, don’t worry, it’s irrelevant). Now, I sort of figured it was a quick morning of work due to how much time he’d had to set up for it. Not so much, it turns out.
I had to bag out on going to a San Jose Stealth game last night (our local pro lacrosse team) because of this; I had this image of bein’ outta the office today by one or two o’clock, maybe doing some useful or entertaining thing.
No. I’m still here trying to get all this shit working, flyin’ blind because I was just supposed to be dropping changes in place and didn’t have time to get a full view of what the changes would be.
And you know, days like this, there has to be an ‘and to make things worse’.
I carry this knife. Only mine, well, mine’s what you might call a switchblade. So today I went to pull my new phone out of my pocket, and somehow between skull ring, knife, and phone, there was something of a miss-fire.
What that means is that my hand went in fine, but when it came out, there was suddenly a knife blade in the mix; this left me with a 3/4″ furrow carved into my right middle finger (The L finger, for those keeping track).
As luck would have it (or you could call it foresight, given how I am, though you’d be wrong), i happen to have band-aids at my desk (batman, in case anyone was wondering). So I was able to staunch the blood flow with super-heroic power, without ever loosing focus on the task at hand. I’m just that good.
But having a finger out of commission just adds that one extra irritant to my day; it’s now nearly six PM and I stay anchored to my desk, with no end to this job in sight.
I had much much better things to do today. Much better things.