Nobody's exulting with me. I'm three days ahead of deadline. Which means three days to wonder what I've gotten wrong.
I just got an email (uh, printed out, just because) to tell me that I'm going to get an engraved champagne flute (in addition to the plain one I toasted with this morning) to commemorate the sale. I'd rather an extra day of massages and fewer games, but whatever.
::exults with ita::
Man, I could go for a massage.
Nobody's exulting with me.
I was gonna! Then I got distracted by a Javascript DOM issue. Which I figured out.
I'm going to get an engraved champagne flute (in addition to the plain one I toasted with this morning) to commemorate the sale.
That's more useful than the gifts I've received. One was a sorta' hourglass, except all the sand falls though at once (it falls though a filter thing that spells out our client's name) and another is a clear plastic or Pyrex thingie that has a sample of crude oil embedded in it.
I will exult! Even in my dungarees and grody sweatshirt. Because I have no place fancy to go.
Hee. I once got a nice clock set in excitingly chunky lucite during a company buyout. I tried to explain to them that I was a temp and was totally uninvested in the transition and did not need bribing. But they were in their "no, we value all employees phase" so I got it anyway. I shrugged and finished the week`s pile of data entry I was hired for and then left. It was a pretty clock.
I hate all corporate gifts. I do not want things with company logos on them.
I am exulting with you! I am currently the anti-you because I am 3 days behind, so that may be damping my exultation, but nevertheless, I am exulting.
So you're the SUB?
Nuh-uh. The Javascript is my bitch.
eta: Also, the DOM was a red-herring. The stored proc was returning incorrect XML.
I've got space telescope pieces.
Today was a day. Tomorrow will be even more so. Also, New Girl is waaaaay too friendly and oversharey for my tastes. I always feel like I'm being mean to her because I am very firm in my boundaries.