Isn't that kind of the situation in Fahrenheit 451? With the video walls and whatnot? (Don't quote me - it's been at least ten years since I've read it. So I'm probably mixing it up with something else.)

Shoot, it might BE Fahrenheit 451. I read it ages ago and can't remember. Sad, I know.

I cannot believe this project manager. She's asking me to take on responsibilities I don't normally, so they can implement a feature that was requested *today* for a rollout on Sunday.

Seriously? Seriously? I'm writing emails at 7PM trying to work out where we stand on this shit, and then she asks me to buckle down? Because I've been doing what up until this point? Three fucking implementations in three weeks. I'm buckling, believe me.

Man, if my manager pushes me to do this, I'm going to be really irritated. Seriously. If you're a project manager you have to weigh effort versus priority, and THE BUSINESS HAS NOT REQUESTED THIS. It's just the IT lead who decided it should be this way.

eta: I pretty much should not have sent out the terse "Do you know how many tasks away from this being complete we are???" email I just did. That was bad form. But at least I cc-ed my manager on it. Huh?

Yes. I'm appallingly blunt at work these days (and not just this day, this day I censored because I was exceedingly harsh in my head, but I'm pretty sure the new hire thinks I'm unapproachable. Sorry, I have hormonal affectlessness, and I hate everything today) but best to be clear. This install was supposed to be in October. It failed and failed and failed until yesterday. And even once in ops, new fails! Fixed, but still, damnit.

Am so done with this week.

Also, Pumpkin has taken to sleeping in MK's old spot, on the spare bed. I'm glad she likes it, she's damned cute and getting more lovey to me (rather than ignoring me exlusively for her boyfriend Loki) but... funny how that pinches something somewhere.

I'm sure I'm going to be dinged on this project, because IMO the lead and the PM cave in their own individual ways without any sort of suggestions of moderation. It's fucking Wednesday night, and we need to get another team to do the development. It's not even us! It's a group I have a good relationship with, but this is exactly how to ruin it--by abusing it. For a requirement the business hasn't specified? Nuh-huh. I want someone above your paygrade to strain that.

IT Lead has told us to take a breath. Fair enough. But fucking stop with the scope creep. They had to take the .NET app back through the dev-QA cycle because of an offhand remark from the PM yesterday. Hmmph. She doesn't seem to realise that people need to *do* the things she keeps agreeing to.

She is the fourth or fifth PM on the project. I cannot wait until this is done.

Yeah, that's just bad form. There are channels for a reason, people!

I am beyond fucking irritated with my life.

1. Noah's potty watch broke. On day fucking two.

2. I though it was a battery issue thus went to a target and a CVS but no luck finding the right battery.

3. I did however find a watch repair shop en route to the next Target. Yay! But the watch repair shop noticed that the a plate that connects the batter to the works was broken.

4. I cannot return the watch because I had to patch together the strap in order to get it to work.

5. Noah is convinced he will have nothing but accidents until a new watch is procured (which actually seems true).

6. I had to come home to get Grace because it was time for the nurse to go home. I checked Toys R Us to see if anyone had a potty watch of some sort. They did have one and at a TRU sort of nearby.

7. So I spent two hours driving to the Toys R Us and getting the watch.

8. however this watch doesn't vibrate. It does flash lights and play music. I'm sure the teachers will not be thrilled but too fucking bad.

9. I am now in search of a child size vibrating alarm watch. There is a Cassio fishing watch and a Timex watch that vibrates but both are too big for Noah. 43 millimeter diameter sounds huge. I could make him wear it was an ankle thing, much like a criminal. AWESOME. Can anyone with better google fu find a vibrating multi-alarm watch for me that won't fall apart. We have a Wobl and it apparently blows.

10. Noah especially gets louder and more irritating and silly as he gets tired. I did not get home until 7:50, which meant breathing treatments for Grace and many mini-meltdowns for Noah. I didn't feed Grace her last meal and I want to bang my own head into a wall.

Sigh.

I once read a scifi story abut a society in which everyone lived in separate houses and never went out or saw anyone else in person;

That's the scenario in "Huddling Place," one of the stories that make up Simak's City. It seems more likely all the time.

So all of this run-around also meant that the grading I had to do tonight and the planning for tomorrow will remain UNDONE while I deal with this.

I can handle my fucked up schedule if nothing ever goes wrong, but when shit like this happens, where I spend 4 hours searching for batteries, watches and rainbow-farting unicorns means everything goes to shit. Which is a problem.

I need a different life.

Uhg. Maybe just get Noah a damned cheapy cell and set the alarm to go every hour or whatever. Less headache the TRU drama? Maybe?

I fucking hate days like that.

I am on the google search.

In the meantime, does anyone live near Tonka Bay, MN? Becausehttp://www.ebay.com/itm/Vintage-1950s-Vintage-Pink-Oven-/160635693535?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item2566a229df#ht_500wt_1181