Bogo Sort
6.16.2000
---   1:16 AM
  ownlife

Ed wanders into my pink hotel room and discovers the circuit breaker. On Wednesday I was told I had to be down in Sunnyvale for an EMERGENCY project meeting. They put me in a pink room. At least Ed visited me. On Friday I was notified that I had a Monday deadline. That's right! I'm expected to work on the weekends! And I do! Like crazy! As if posessed!

I hit my deadline. Now I'm on yet another Humongous Emergency(tm) brand project. This one's timeline: 8 weeks. Have I ever seen a group software project finished on time? Has anyone? I don't think so.


I seem to fill every waking second with some kind of obsessively intense activity. Cleaning, working, practicing, programming, reading, or making a mess in the kitchen ("cooking"). Yesterday I spent 3 hours sitting on the floor of my kitchen, programming for work. How can I do this now?

The PCMCIA card that plugs the laptop into the airThe Access Point hanging attractively on my office wall. Wires not quite dressed yet.At least partially to keep me from getting disgusted and quitting, I have been given some hardware to deploy in my house, sort of as a trial to see if it would be a good idea to put it everywhere. It's a wireless 11 Meg LAN. It is very cool and makes me want to put wireless access points everywhere I go. I can wander out on the balcony and have access to the network (though it drops to 2 Meg at that distance, since I had to give my extended range antenna to Jake when his turned out to be broken)


Despite all this work, I'm totally cleaned out, money wise. I haven't filed any expense reports in months, so I'm basically carrying about $3000 of company expenses, and I just paid rent. Thus, I've been eating a lot of you-know-what.

[RAMEN, CHICKEN SESAME]

Actually, I was just paid today, so I don't have to eat it. But I bought a lot. Also, my Mom sent me my colanders, so I can drain the runny broth and eat just the noodles.

One last thing I'd like to document. Imagine you're me (I don't have to imagine, I actually am me; I have no choice), and on average you receive one giant computer thing in the mail per month. You can dispose of about half a computer box twice a month in the communal recycle bins. No problem, right? Theoretically, no. Except that I got all my boxes for the year at the same time:

A queue of boxen to be recycled
IN THE LIVING ROOM (double bass for scale)


So anyway.


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