So last week my boss put in about 65 hours, I was being a slacker and I only put in around 60. This wasn’t because we said “let’s work smarter, not harder” and worked over the weekend.
Nope. We busted our humps from Monday through Friday and figured out a bunch of solutions and applied them and got stuff working and talked with the testers and applied more solutions and got more stuff working and talked with the testers and our upgrades broke one of the servers and we didn’t have access to the application guy who knew the stuff in and out and so we reverted to the backup we made and then we had the meeting on Friday night where they told us: “Your stuff was *GREAT*. We’re going to use it in the February sprint, not the January sprint.”
And so my boss stood up about 2 inches taller and his eyebrows touched and he asked “WHAT?” and they explained to him that this might not have been *QUITE* as time-sensitive as they had told us the previous week. But the good news was that we wouldn’t be needed again on the special project until the middle of January.
So my boss immediately went home and tried to pay his sleep debt before he got sick (he failed) and I immediately went home and found my zen and remembered that, yes, sometimes you do things and you do a good job and you hand them in and the guy in charge will sometimes set it on fire in front of you. The goal is to maintain eye contact rather than to avert your eyes. It’s all good. You’re still getting paid. Just let them know that you know that they know that you know.
And the good news is that now I am on Christmas break.
The plan this weekend is to do NOTHING. NOTHING. Well, we’re going over to Mom’s on Saturday and the plan is to watch a couple of dvds and stroll down memory lane a few times and eat some spaghetti.
Right now, I have the tomatoes and the herbs and the garlic and the pesto sitting in the crockpot stoneware in the fridge, letting the herbs and garlic and pesto do its thing overnight and, first thing tomorrow, I’m going to fry up some meat and move the stoneware to the crockpot proper and let it cook slow and low for 10 hours, and then, come Saturday, we’ll have the sauce for Christmas dinner and we’ll go over to Mom’s and boil the pasta there and sit and eat and talk about how, holy cow, we somehow made it another year.
Hey. We somehow made it another year.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “Solstice”. Photo taken by Maribou.)
I’m glad y’all survived! Merry Christmas.Report
Merry Christmas for those who observe it.
My parents are coming down to visit me this year (which was touch-and-go for a while with the travel restrictions), so we’re having lunch at a restaurant, and well spend the rest of the day at my place.Report