Friday, September 23, 2005

Restless

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself
-- Brand New "Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades"
Tuesday night, M went to bed early nursing a migrain hang-over and stayed up to get some work done. I made it to bed around midnight and was promptly woken up at 1:30 by the dumbass dog barking in my ear. Just about every hour after that she woke us (me) up for whatever reason. Needless to say, Wednesday I was pretty dead. I got home and decided to liven things up with some video games while M was out touring a hospital with her sister. After about an hour I proceeded to work through the night and dipshit hardly made a move. Thursday rolls around and I am dead on my feet but I make it through the day and am in bed and fast asleep by 9p. In bounds the dog yelping and barking at midnight, at 1:30a, 3a, and again at 5a. I hate this dog. And though I have been vocally against it, I am getting a crate this weekend - a big one, that locks.

Things are going to be shaking up here in the Cube Village over the next few months. We have a new version of our flagship product that needs to get underway and we aren't even done with the current version yet. Personally, I think the whole thing could have been handled better, the transition of leadership seemed a bit underhanded, or at least sneaky, but I don't have enough invested to get my feeling hurt (I only have one) so I'm still good. I am still concerned with getting my current piece into today's build. There is just way too much to do in such a breif cycle. It was assigned to me on the 7th, but then I was refocused on several other issues along the way and have had only had since this past Tuesday to make any progress.

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