Dang, it's not.
I should be slaving away, writing code and optimizing my SQL queries...but I'm bored of that for today. I am heavily medicated and thus prone to distraction. I can't help it, it's not my fault. That's what I would say if I were 14 again. Max has gotten wise to using this sort of language with people, we all fall for it at least once or twice, but he keeps at it far after 'Adult Y' has gotten hip to his game. The man-child is persistent, I'll give him that. Now if only we could convince him to use his powers for GOOD!
I can hear today, isn't that nice? It doesn't sound like a swarm of bee's navigating the spaces in my ears. I'd definitely prefer that it doesn't sound like that and that I can actually hear people talking to me.
I can also open my eyes most of the way, this is also a good sign. This means that my face does not in fact, resemble a series of balloons tired together and that's good.
So now all that's left is this headache, nothing is draining (isn't that a pleasant word?) yet...so I am sure once it all comes out, the pressure will be relieved and I will get back to normal.
The Time Nazi's at my work sent me a report today. I cringe every time I see that report. We still log hours in two applications, why this is I cannot exactly tell you. The entire development team is completely at a loss about why we would still use 2 applications when one does the trick for reporting purposes to cooperate, but either we as the silly little developer children do not know what we are talking about OR our managers know something we don't. Or they don't get it. Or they wish to punish us. I'm not really sure. My supervisor is pretty kick ass, so I doubt it's her intention to make me crazy....but tracking hours, every little detail about the minutia of my day...in 2 applications, double the work....it flips my Type A personality button to "ON" and red lights start flashing and sirens begin screaming. Certainly the cost of doing something 2 or more times a day outweigh the benefits? Multiply that by 10 people. Hello. Not to mention that it's just annoying.
wah wah wah
I'm just cranky. I am sort of unmotivated and lacking of energy these past few days, probably from the head cold from hell mostly and the subsequent series of medications making my life tolerable...Chance is freakishly busy at the moment, these two classes he's taking now are proving more complex and demanding than his first two. I thought that might happen, but I thought I should shut my mouth. Sometimes silence is the best practice.
I am feeling motivated to write again though, so that's kind of fun. I wrote short story this morning, the first I actually followed through with. I can't post it yet as it's pretty personal, but I thought it came out quite well. C is critiquing. Lovers who critique one another's work could be dangerous ground, but we do good. We are both artists in some way or another, so we know how to be constructive without being hurtful. Plus, we respect one another's respective mediums and though I often touch on extremely intimate issues that he is well aware of, he still is able to step outside of himself and read it without getting to absorbed in the personal nature of it all. That's a good skill.
I should go, I'm sorta ready to be done with this day but when I leave here, it's just starting. Such is the life a working mother, no?
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