Erase and re-wind

So much to say, and so little time. Anyhow. I'm here - obviousloy - and have just left another cheerful message to dave, who seem to have fallen off the face of earth. John posted a great series of shots today which made me remember it is my youngest daughter's birthday today. Congrats Isa! Unfortunately she is away on vacation so I'll just have to hold on untill she's back again.

Some of you know that I've been working working working working a lot for a very long time now, and as I am typing, we are deploying *the* last release in production, meaning the project (in which I have spent 2 years) is now ready to close.
And, for all of you who out there who can relate to (too long) SW dev projects, the complete irony is that today is also the day when it was confirmed that the company, for which all of this has been done, is being sold. Ha!

Well, I'm looking forward to the project "kick-out" next week. Purpose: Re-boot. Goal: Erase all traces of project related memory. Budget: What ever it takes to achieve the goal.

Mixed tapes (those were the days...?)

Just came here after a quick stop John's site (one of the few virtual trips I do take during the 24 hours of the day) Today he's got a cool picture of casettes. And it made me miss making and receiving mixed tapes. It was the perfect excuse to meet again, to show you were interested and even that you were falling in love.

How is this done today? Do they share play-lists over the web? How special does that make you feel?

I'm getting old.

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i'll be back :-)

Dreams (2)

I was extremely angry when I woke up last night/morning. (Having had only 3 hrs of sleep I hope you can cut me some slack. And no, I didn't get home late, I woke early. 2 AM) I woke up realizing that it is all *my* fault. Again! I really must work on being more of a b*tch. For real. I'm too nice. I'm too much of a push-over.

So, IRL I'm seated facing 3 of my project members. 66% of them I really like. (Not sure why I am sharing this non-important info, but I claim it is due to brain damage, ehrm, nah. More likely, lack of sleep so cannot separate important/non-important info. That'll do for now.)

In my dream I had just turned my back to them and I was facing a huge fkng truck.
My colleagues asked (sort of all at once) "OK Cecilia, so are you sure you can handle of this?" To which I grumpily responded: "Well, as I've been saying for the last 2 months, this is far too much. You really should be removing instead of adding, so I'm guessing: NO! I can't."
So they are silent for a minute and then "Ah, well, it is all done now. Let us know how you're doing. Here it comes. It must be managed you know."
So I face the truck which now is tipping over, releasing its load for me to catch - and out pours sand. Try and catch a truck load of that...

Monday blues

I'm at work just waiting for rush-hour to end. It usually is heavy at this hour, but now it has become insane. The infamous road construction period started yesterday and now all roads leading to/from work/home are jammed. I've just decided to leave my car at home tomorrow and enjoy(?) the company of morons commuting instead.

I'm fed up. With traffic. With work. With living on the other side of the city. With having an oversized flat.

How fun am I? Well, tbh, right now I'm not very much fun at all. And worst thing is I cannot even think of what would be much fun. I guess it is a sign of needing a long vacation. Or more money. Or maybe just change in general.

Hmm... I just failed luring Keith out for a beer. (Can't blame him really). Worse failure however is that my standard Monday-evening-beer-drinking-buddy seems to consider driving his car home instead of having a drink with me. But NO! Excellent, he came to his senses and is now about to put his *ss on the train and head for the city.