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[Mar. 10th, 2007|01:37 am] |
I'm unaccustomed to being appreciated. I kept pulling bugs out of thin air and sending them to Jay, who'd code like a demon to get them all fixed. We kept up a steady pace all day, and so in the space of a week, we turned what was definitely not production-ready code--heck, it was barely feature-complete and had severe bugs in it--into code that's tentatively ready to be sent to production. I'm damned proud of the team, and what we've done given a week's time. I feel secure in my employment, and useful as a professional. It's been a busy week, but a good one.
I paid for lunch today. Doug took Brian and me out, and we got some pizza. Understand, now, that I never pay for lunch. I'm cheap; I could get away with just eating the canned food I brought. So I usually only eat out if someone else offers, which they generally do. Because of this, when we got back, Doug leapt out of his car, and called to Steve, saying that "you'll never believe it! the kid bought lunch!".
Speaking of Doug's ribbing--I take it because he's not a coworker, he's a customer, and customers are entitled to treat us like crap, since they're paying us--I've come up with a much better way of handling it: I deadpan. When he tries to pass something off as a joke, I neither smile nor laugh. Apparently showing one's teeth is an appeasing gesture; I get a lot more respect when I don't do it.
We did go to see the parents this evening; Carin is feeling considerably better. I stopped by the house and reactivated hekyll, which had lain dormant these past few months. I have something to post that I hadn't been able to find for the life of me, but I'll do it tomorrow.
And I was going to get to the whole sexist-art thing tonight, but I'm bushed. Tomorrow.
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