Poking my head out of the hole like a prairie dog
A super-late belated birthday to fer1213!
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There would be an extended rant here about the pathology of software release planning in general, the perils of the Agile development model as practiced in my company in specific, and assorted other petty crap if I had any inclination to talk openly here about the specifics of my work. Fortunately, I do not.
And anyway, who cares? I have finished the bulk of my tasks, I'm ticking off the rest of the list in an orderly fashion, and I did not kill anybody even a little bit. (I did use the phrase "I hate everybody" repeatedly at one point, but I don't think that counts.) I can leave work Friday afternoon without a single worry and enjoy my vacation with my family next week, and I am going to sleep for about five days. I already have a leg up on last year in the sense that this year I have not burned the crap out of a significant body part, and my PTSD involving boiling water is finally starting to lose its sharp, panicky edges. Except for the fact that I am completely unprepared for leaving town, or for Christmas, life is good.
Looking for toys online can lead you to some pretty strange places. On the one hand, I think Mr. Toast and his friends are kind of cute. (And, really, who wouldn't want a Shaky Bacon doll to go with your bacon angel Christmas tree ornaments?). But there's something kind of frightening about Mr. Toast's empty, soulless eyes there. Not frightening enough to make him one of the 25 most baffling toys from around the world, but still frightening.
I missed y'all. It's good to be back.
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There would be an extended rant here about the pathology of software release planning in general, the perils of the Agile development model as practiced in my company in specific, and assorted other petty crap if I had any inclination to talk openly here about the specifics of my work. Fortunately, I do not.
And anyway, who cares? I have finished the bulk of my tasks, I'm ticking off the rest of the list in an orderly fashion, and I did not kill anybody even a little bit. (I did use the phrase "I hate everybody" repeatedly at one point, but I don't think that counts.) I can leave work Friday afternoon without a single worry and enjoy my vacation with my family next week, and I am going to sleep for about five days. I already have a leg up on last year in the sense that this year I have not burned the crap out of a significant body part, and my PTSD involving boiling water is finally starting to lose its sharp, panicky edges. Except for the fact that I am completely unprepared for leaving town, or for Christmas, life is good.
Looking for toys online can lead you to some pretty strange places. On the one hand, I think Mr. Toast and his friends are kind of cute. (And, really, who wouldn't want a Shaky Bacon doll to go with your bacon angel Christmas tree ornaments?). But there's something kind of frightening about Mr. Toast's empty, soulless eyes there. Not frightening enough to make him one of the 25 most baffling toys from around the world, but still frightening.
I missed y'all. It's good to be back.