WE DO NOT SUCK! YOU ARE WRONG! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You're just lining up to prove my point, you know.
OMG, now the project managers are playing bait and switch. I'm either not making it out of this alive or sober or sane.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
WE DO NOT SUCK! YOU ARE WRONG! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You're just lining up to prove my point, you know.
OMG, now the project managers are playing bait and switch. I'm either not making it out of this alive or sober or sane.
I think you should all spend your money on that. It would make me very happy. In fact, the more money you spend on it, the better. Can you get me a more expensive suit? Or attachments? Attachments are always good. And spendy.
Davy Jones of the Monkees died of a heart attack. Age 66.
I'm either not making it out of this alive or sober or sane.
If you're going to chuck one of those, I'd chuck sober.
And now suddenly I'm trying FCM that one. Hmm? I guess I would M alive, C sober and F sanity.
My sister asked me if migraines can cause aneurysms.
Well, no, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to die before lunch now, does it? Thanks, Sav.
The key developer in the project (true MVP, not me) has a deployment at 5 tonight. And he actually wants to go to the celebration. I kinda wish I could do the checkout instead of him, but instead a developer who did much less will go instead, because it's playing favourites to switch their positions now.
I, for the record, play favourites. I just don't have power.
God, I still haven't created any of the docs...FUCK ME SIDEWAYS WITH A (LARGE, PERHAPS SERRATED) SPOON.
I feel terrible and would love to go home sick, so I'm not happy about being pinged on a project I'm behind on while I'm trying to eat lunch and work on something that's supposed to launch tomorrow.
I finished a box of GS Cookies last night (Samoas), and then dreamed that I had a stomach bug. It was a bit of a surprise to wake up and realize I wasn't, in fact, ill.
I'm getting lots of little requests for information this week--keeps me hopping, even though none of it is very important.
I've been asked to review the work of a person who does the same job I do. A couple of his projects are showing strange variances over the last couple of months and they want me to confirm the cause of the variances. In going over his work, I spent a day totally confused, then printed everything out (which I never do). Now I found some of the causes and I need to talk to the guy to understand where he is pulling numbers from. I just need to get in the right head space so that the conversation is collaborative instead of "what the heck were you thinking".
I cannot express how sad I am that the local GS councils here use the bakery that makes Caramel Delights and not Samoas. Samoas are the BEST! Caramel Delights are just OK, not much better than the Keebler version.
No Samoas, Jesse? Well, that's just WRONG.
Oh, btw, did you see the NYT article on AD care in the prisons? It's both awful and heartwarming.