Drink Rum

Oh Crap Fairy, why dost though poo upon me?

Something has been itching at me for the past 10 days and I hadn't really been able to put my finger on exactly what it was. I'm pretty sure I know what's put me in my current mood (Welcome to Crap Town, population you bro!"), but for the sake of the story it doesn't really matter other than as background. Basically, just know that I woke up salty and just got saltier as the day went (goes... it ain't over).

So I woke up feeling sick to my stomach... that's not unusual, I popped a quick Promethazine and the stomach felt better. For an hour. Then it came back. Fortunately I have a pile of Promethazine to keep my stomach in line... although I've noticed it's producing horrible heartburn. Oh well.

I spent a good 30 minutes chasing my dog around the house trying to get my one remaining clean sock in the house from him. He thought it was great fun until I started throwing things at him... then he just took off and dropped the sock. I showed up for work a good 90 minutes late with one slobber covered sock. What a great feeling.

I also missed a meeting that was a rescheduled meeting that I missed last week. My blackberry died over the weekend so I had no idea. Today was supposed to be a beta launch for a product that I managed to forget to write. I'd like to say for the record that I got kicked up and down the hall (rightly so) until my CEO's iron boot broke. Now I have to figure out how to get this all written and tested in 48 hours. Great. My own bed though.

So after that, my assistant tells me he's quitting. Firstly, to call him an assistant is really downplaying how much of a help he is. When he leaves, my work life is going to errode into a mess very quickly. I did what I could to try to keep him... I knew he was unhappy. But it wasn't enough. And had I not been sick and out of the office last week, I probably could have done more. But that's done. What a happy moment in time. The move is good for him... and I told him that when I threw my notebook across the room that it wasn't personal. It wasn't.

So let's see what was next? Oh yeah, I got yelled at some more. This time for failing to do something that someone else did improperly. I was too tired to fight and I just responded, "You're right... I'll try harder next time... although you might want to talk to the person who actually did it wrong."

A server got moved and it seems to have broken one of my programs. We all spent an hour standing in a circle pointing at each other over who needed to fix it. I said I'd do it because my leg was hurting and I wanted to go away. I have no idea how to fix it, but we can add that to the ever-growing list.

Oh... and someone who has no technical skill or knowledge decided to pronounce part of the software I'm stuck maintaining insecure. So know I have to write a dissertation on why it is. I don't know if it is or not... but I'm going to say it is because even if it is an insecure setup, I can't make it secure so it'd just end up on the "hey, you figure this out" pile that my desk has become. No lie... I have a pile on my desk of work orders, trouble tickets, and assorted crap.

But I can navigate the pile easier than a clean desk.

Why bring that up? Got yelled at for having a messy desk.

I told the angry senior staff member that I'd be more than happy to clean it off this afternoon, but asked if I could trouble her for a match and some lighter fluid.

Normally, I'd say who cares and go home and take a vicodin vacation... but alas the last of the vicodin is gone. Instead I'll probably camp out in the theatre tonight and watch movies about people whose lives suck more than mine at the moment. We'll see how it goes. So far, I'm 0 for 3 seeing how things go.