Weekend Plans Post: The Holiday Hangover

So we got moved onto the BIG project, right? The one where my boss and I busted our humps and I moved into his house and we worked 12 hour days for a week and then they told us that they weren’t likely to use our work? Well, as it turned out, we got our work past the test team and finally, *FINALLY*, got it into the real lab. We passed the portion where we woke up with texts and phone messages saying “YOUR STUFF BROKE OUR STUFF” after we explained “no, our stuff didn’t… you have to do the following, which is documented…” and we handed it off and we moved back to our old teams.

My old boss got about a thousand phone messages asking him “why haven’t you been working on *OUR* stuff when you were working on the team you got moved to?” and I was lucky enough to come back to merely a couple such messages. I did get *ONE* message from the guy who has been the major blocker for me and my team testily asking “haven’t you done some stuff for our lab?” and I explained to him that, unfortunately, I was only authorized to work 65 hour weeks. He sent me a frowny face emoji that might have meant something for me if he were not a major blocker for me in September through November of last year. And I closed the chat window.

Having mostly finished with the other team’s tasks, I walked down the office hallway where all of their offices are and, instead of each of them running toward me and yelling about how my stuff broke their stuff, they all covered their faces with their hands as they passed me by. I cornered one of them who explained to me that, yes, the tests were going and, yes, the tests *SEEMED* to be successful and so, yes, maybe our stuff worked. Maybe. BUT WE WOULDN’T KNOW UNTIL FRIDAY AFTERNOON.

So I went back to my old team and told them “Hey. Guys. I’m back.”

And they hit me with a wishlist about as long as your arm.

I then told them “Hey. Guys. I don’t remember what my old job was.”

We mostly hammered out that half of their wishlist was doable and the other half wasn’t until after this next month or so. Also, the thing that kept breaking had the following pattern… and the various leads all looked at each other and sighed and agreed that it probably wasn’t *MY* stuff but so-and-so’s stuff. Because the my stuff that never got touched by so-and-so was still working like in the commercials. Every server that so-and-so also touched? Crashed like the waves of Poseidon’s fury.

So we’re rebuilding. But not today. And not tomorrow. And not Monday.

My weekend is a long one. It will be spent recuperating from being on the team from heck, working on the system from heck, and getting back and seeing that all of my old stuff has fallen into heck.

So… what’s on your docket?

(Featured Image is “Where’s Mommy?”, photo taken by the author.)