Friday, December 17, 2004
Day of Hell.
Little Miss is ill. We’ve been up almost two nights in a row. I’m exhausted and LSW is not much better. I think I’ve had three hours sleep. Work has been a pain. An urgent build had meant no Lunch and no Breakfast after the ‘fun’ we had last night. So I’m starved, tired and very very grumpy.
Work has chosen this day to tell us our work is crap and they want to put in more procedures to ‘help improve quality’. Nine weeks, I keep telling myself, Nine Weeks. That’s when we should get our next bonus and then I can start looking.
No work on the game because of Little Miss’ problems but I’m in a position to test the link between two mobiles now.
Work has chosen this day to tell us our work is crap and they want to put in more procedures to ‘help improve quality’. Nine weeks, I keep telling myself, Nine Weeks. That’s when we should get our next bonus and then I can start looking.
No work on the game because of Little Miss’ problems but I’m in a position to test the link between two mobiles now.
