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As soon as I found out about UT2K4 yesterday, the day completely fell apart.
The bosses came back and Quasi-boss asked me about the timeframe of my new project, then dismissed my estimate and wanted it cut by 1/3rd. I'm not sure why he asked. The rest of the workday is best unexplored in this forum except to say that it did not rock.
Got home and my sister decided to come down, bringing Dad, and if anything I was in worse shape than I was yesterday. Sick as a dog and tired, but decided to play nice. They insisted on dragging me out as they ate, though, and they decided on Pizza Hut, which was packed to bursting with a raucous birthday party and five-year-olds out of control running on the booths and popping and squeezing balloons and screaming and me with a cosmic-scale headache contemplating lobbing tear gas into the restaurant. I had a Dr Pepper. That was all.
Good news -- I saw one of my favorite instructors from college there, eating with his daughter and what looked to be a friendly horde of grad students. Great news -- he's one of the ones I always got along with and I had lots of stuff to talk to him about. Bad news -- I can't really talk to him right now. Sigh. Roo understands. One day we'll be able to talk about it, but right now, across the room might as well be across the world. Feh.
And, to top the night, my sister didn't even look at her page, and of course, didn't bring the computer. Last night was a Percocet moment, or perhaps, a series of them. I settled for naproxen. It's just not the same.
Sites of goodness: Mailinator, BugMeNot (gracias, Beck!) and Cat Bowling. Mrowr.
The bosses came back and Quasi-boss asked me about the timeframe of my new project, then dismissed my estimate and wanted it cut by 1/3rd. I'm not sure why he asked. The rest of the workday is best unexplored in this forum except to say that it did not rock.
Got home and my sister decided to come down, bringing Dad, and if anything I was in worse shape than I was yesterday. Sick as a dog and tired, but decided to play nice. They insisted on dragging me out as they ate, though, and they decided on Pizza Hut, which was packed to bursting with a raucous birthday party and five-year-olds out of control running on the booths and popping and squeezing balloons and screaming and me with a cosmic-scale headache contemplating lobbing tear gas into the restaurant. I had a Dr Pepper. That was all.
Good news -- I saw one of my favorite instructors from college there, eating with his daughter and what looked to be a friendly horde of grad students. Great news -- he's one of the ones I always got along with and I had lots of stuff to talk to him about. Bad news -- I can't really talk to him right now. Sigh. Roo understands. One day we'll be able to talk about it, but right now, across the room might as well be across the world. Feh.
And, to top the night, my sister didn't even look at her page, and of course, didn't bring the computer. Last night was a Percocet moment, or perhaps, a series of them. I settled for naproxen. It's just not the same.
Sites of goodness: Mailinator, BugMeNot (gracias, Beck!) and Cat Bowling. Mrowr.