I'm at the tail end of working 3 shifts over the past 32 hours. I had just enough time to get home, go to bed and then get up and come back to work. I have been overseeing the launch of a new corporate web site, every bit as exciting as it sounds. There's nothing like trying to string together several disparate tech teams to simultaneously launch various connected web sites, finding out the hard way that Rsync means the lynch pin of the whole project won't be published until everything else is done, totally screwing up the delicate ballet of timed launches we had scheduled. Plus we found that our server mirror suck bigtime, so people in New York were seeing something totally different than the people in Hong Kong. And the people in Singapore, well, they were seeing (or not seeing) things nobody else was seeing. Why? No one knows.
And no one cares. Another boring web site has been launched and I'm kind of spacey. Tomorrow I'll be back to normal, and it'll be like none of this happened. Will my work schedule lighten? That has been my major motivation for the past couple of months, that once this is over I can go back to loafing, office-stylee. Of course, it's times like these I momentarily consider I should spend some time thinking about a career I might actually like profoundly, and how much more fulfilling that would be. Then I get an email marked URGENT (like 95% of the emails I receive now) telling me the URL redirection isn't working on an orphan page in Jersey (the old one, not the new one). And I can't even work up the energy to explain that the likelihood that anyone will ever notice it is so slight that we need not waste precious sweat glands over it, but they claim they're only upset because they're getting leaned on by the higher-ups, who no doubt are being leaned upon by their higher-ups, and nobody will admit to being personally invested in anything, only that they are totally not taking the blame for this one. No sireebob. Now, what was I thinking about? Oh yeah, that Britney Spears, she's like such a ho bag! N'est-ce pas?
