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A return to twelve hour workdays precludes a more exhaustive entry on my birthday weekend in Vegas, which is a shame because it has come to light that both my boyfriend and I suffer from alcohol-induced Alzheimer's; LiveJournal posts are pretty much the only way we can remember vacations three to six months later. I went so far as to cancel poker last night so I could remain here until 9pm, maintaining the ruse of being a team player by fixing a couple of my bugs while conning others into taking the rest. I believe any rationale for impelling employees to work late or extra hours is fallacy due to the diminishing returns. By hour ten, I begin making silly grammatical or syntactical mistakes, which in the programming world (particularly a scripting world sans compiler) simply amounts to wasted work or, worse, new bugs.
Alas, S. has a dream that Napoleon and I will "knock out" our remaining bugs so we can spend time working on "fit and finish" aspects of the user interface / visual design. It's a noble dream, if one ignores the fact that for every four bugs Napoleon fixes he generates two and ignores one.
Happily, I have been riding a wave of contented apathy since my boyfriend pounded the fuck out of my ass immediately prior to my flight back.
Alas, S. has a dream that Napoleon and I will "knock out" our remaining bugs so we can spend time working on "fit and finish" aspects of the user interface / visual design. It's a noble dream, if one ignores the fact that for every four bugs Napoleon fixes he generates two and ignores one.
Happily, I have been riding a wave of contented apathy since my boyfriend pounded the fuck out of my ass immediately prior to my flight back.