Work was hell this week. I’m covering on an old project I used to work on since the resource that did manage it left, and the new one isn’t up to speed quite yet. And of course, the app took this week to throw up all over the place
Babysitting my nephew Colin tonight while Ian is out of town, something I always intend to do more but never get around to. He’s SO cute and adorable, and incredibly well behaved. Intense temper tantrums for him last about 8 seconds. But still, he’s 3, which means you’re watching him like a hawk as he opens boxes, pushes buttons, climbs up stairs, and just. keeps. going.

All that after fighting my way home from picking him up. The Christmas season is when I truly, truly want to move away from a major metropolis that doesn’t have mass transport. Every single inch of road leading to Grapevine Mills had a car sitting on it. Took me an hour and a half to do a forty minute drive! People, you don’t have to go to the malls in mass droves every spare minute the entire month of December!

So, I’m sitting here, and I realized I’ve finally become one of those people: I care about my work. I’m online watching the progress of a work ticket I entered earlier today. This is the 3rd attempt to fix this stupid freakin’ process I so hope it works or everyone’s faith in me will probably be shot to hell.

The guy who does all these tickets for me, I realize he gets paid to do this (and I hope well), but I so need to buy him a gift for Christmas or something. I have made that poor man spend more late evening hours at the computer, oft for naught.

I’m just tired. Colin’s asleep, and I’m going to join him as soon as it looks like this fix worked.