Project managers 2

"hello, we have 12 bugs in this code and we need to know how serious they are"

WELL WHY DON'T YOU READ THE FUCKING BUG DESCRIPTIONS THEN?

And breathe.

This is from the "I'm not Technical" project manager. Who has been with the company donkey's years and...wait for it....used.to.be.the.product.manager.

Oh yes, she was in charge of the product development and yet was not techinical.

Now let's see, why is the company I work for not making any money. I wonder.

fuckwits.

I've found a Popple

I'm researching my family tree. As you know, this geneology lark is de rigeur these days so I thought I'd hop on the bandwaggon.

It's not as easy as it looks, especially not if you have a name like Smith and relatives who insist on dying before younger generations get round to caring about their past.

Anyway, yesterday I had the very great honour of informing my Dad of his grandma's name. That's not something you get to do everyday. I'm quite chuffed with myself. And her name was Agnes Popple, which is even better. It's such a great name, you can't help but repeat it to yourself. Agnes Popple.

So it's not all bad, although the black clouds are looming.

Busy Bee

my 'to do' list this week comprised:

Monday: Sit Postgrad OU exam. (actually enjoyed this, guess that makes me a bit sad)
Tuesday: standard work/saving other people's careers stuff.
Wednesday AM: minor operation to remove weired lump from back/shoulder
Wednesday PM: drive in torrential rain to Heathrow and fly to Lisbon
Thursday: 2 meetings with customers, all very nice. Fly back to Heathrow.
Friday (just): arrive home. Remove carefully kept dry dressing, inspect impressive 2 inch wound on back and fancy stitches - never had stitches before. They hurt. A lot. Spend rest of day with general work shit.

my 'to do' list this weekend comprises:
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absolutely nadda. ziltch. nothing.

which is just fine with me. vague thoughts about going to Westonbirt to see the trees, lift my soul, but nothing else.

Apparently keeping busy can help to stave off depression. I now realise that it does this by killing you through exhaustion first. Which is kinda cheating if you ask me.