I had a major fuck up at work this week. Only a minor shit-storm has occurred because of it, which I have to imagine has to do with the name that my compatriot and I have built for the department. It doesn’t make me feel any better about it, but it seems like things are going to be okay.
However, it also seems like things might get more busted before they get better. We’re being asked to put in a lot of extra work, but part of the causes of the fuck up was that we already have a bit too much. Poop. Poop from a butt. That’s how I feel about that.
I truly need some damn time off. Oh wait! I have that! My family is taking me on vacation next week. I’m pretty happy about that. I really need some time to do nothing. We’ll see how that ends up working out.
tl;dr – I fucked up so now… I’ll take some time off? That doesn’t seem right.
Oh, and I don’t know that I’ll be making on time (or any) posts next week. I can post from the road, but… yeah.