Sunday, August 26, 2007

Swamped

Wow, I have not posted a thing for near a month!

Obviously, I've been swamped with work (and speaking of "swamped", why do the floodwaters insist on converging on my doorstep when there's a perfectly serviceable river not a hundred meters or so away? But I digress.) The development release I was working on for the past 3 months is finally done (technically, it was finished a month ago, but there's a sort of 1-month warranty clause). Now I'm back in the production support team, relearning the steps (though it doesn't quite feel the same as getting back on a bike). I'm transitioning to a new role as well, which is exciting even as it brings with it different kinds of stress. Though that's to be expected. Plus, I have not had a free night or a complete weekend to myself for almost a month now, too, due to the extracurricular project I committed to help bring to fruition. We're still not finished, so that's another holiday (supposedly an extra rest day, *sigh*) consigned to the dust. I'm not complaining much since I have companions in this insanity... wait, I take that back. I am complaining, for all of us sharing this misery. This is supposed to be a 2-project team activity, damn it, where the hell are the rest of the 100?!?! And what the f--

*boinks evil psychotic self on the head, wrests control back over body*

Well, I did not intend this to turn out as a rant, but I'm not taking it back.



And if you're wondering, yes, I intended the double meanings. Don't ask.

The mask is almost finished being tied firmly in place. - Anonymous

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Happy Birthday Dad

It's my Dad's birthday today. I actually forgot until I opened my email and a reminder popped up. Whew, thank God for technology. Dad probably wouldn't have minded if I had totally forgotten to greet him - he's cool like that. 'Course, it could also be that he himself forgets birthdays and anniversaries and hence knows he has no call to be offended when others forget his. Teheehee. Although I could still greet him tomorrow and claim I'm observing his true birth date. *mad grin* (For those confused, it's a running joke that my Dad has two birthdays since my Granddad popped in August 6 as Dad's birthdate in the birth certificate.)

So I asked him how it felt to hit the big Six-Oh. He said it's about sore knees and other joints, but he can still play tennis (albeit slower now) and so all is still good. Personally, I'm proud to say he's in pretty damn fine shape for a man hitting his sixties. I can only emulate him, and hope to live a healthy life past 60. Emphasis on healthy. Anywaaay, to get back on topic before I go all the way down Morbid Lane, Dad assured me he was, on the overall, fine, then proceeded to cheerfully reduce me to a slobbering mass of homesickness by mentioning that they would be having the usual birthday fare - fried chicken, spaghetti, ice cream, and Mom's cake. I'm guessing the ice cream flavor would be Selecta's Double Dutch (it's hands down everyone's favorite, and since me or my brother is not at home right now, there'd be no need for a second gallon, haha) but I wonder what Mom's cake is - probably chiffon, but which one? Plain orange, cheese, or carrot? Only one way to find out! I grab my wand, turn and Apparate... NOT!

Deprived of my share of birthday fried chicken, spaghetti, ice cream, and cake, I took refuge in some comfort food - my stash of Cream-O Premium Vanilla Chocolate Cookies - and tried to drown myself in the online reading of Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode guides. *sniffle*