6 March 2001
Last year: That place is dangerous. And now I know where it is. Must... Resist...
I'm feeling uninspired. I'm sorry if this results in a lousy journal entry.
I did come up with something amusing to say yesterday. In reference to the laundry list of minor changes requested by my manager: "The great thing about being a programmer is, when I say something will take 'two hours', my manager is grateful I didn't say 'two days' and it never occurs to him that what I actually meant was, 'twenty minutes, plus time to answer my personal e-mail.'"
My Meade Hall characters, both of them, are sulking in the back of my mind. Zoya's mad because Marten said he wanted to try to fix the stuff that was wrong with their relationship, but he won't even talk about it; and she's worried because Glossaria is going through a rough patch and Zoya doesn't know how to help her. Kevil's grumpy because... Well, it's hard to explain. The short version would be to say his ego has been multiply wounded recently. He's got a pretty volitile personality, so I'm hoping he'll snap out of it soon. I'm trying to lure him out with the possibility of looking at one of those stumbling blocks as a challenge. As long as he doesn't pick the wrong one.
We'll see. I hope they snap out of it soon; my characters' moods tend to spill over. Maybe that's why I'm feeling so uninspired.
I know I'm not the only person out there who has character spillover like this, but it still feels a little strange to admit it in public like this. I mean, it does come across a little... strange. Maybe a lot strange. Matt thinks it's weird, and he's even a fellow-gamer. What do those of you who don't game think?
Alas, my sanity: I knew it, Horatio.
I think my daffodils are dead. I know I said that last year, but last year at least the leaves came up. I don't even see leaves this year, and there are blooming daffodils elsewhere. I did see the first grape hyacinth bulb yesterday, though, so I'm feeling good about that.
I was feeling pretty proud of myself at work yesterday, though. My manager had come up with a list of eight changes he wanted made. One of them was pointless, and I hesitated not at all in telling him so. The other seven, I ranked in order according to how long I thought they'd take me to do, and started with the shortest, easiest tasks. I told my manager that I'd do as many as I could before noon, which is when he wanted to send everything off for customer evaluation. My manager, wisely, stayed out of my way.
(Did I mention that I have a new manager?)
Of the seven tasks, which I'd estimated would take most of the day to do, I had six done in time for the noon deadline. And two more things that hadn't been asked for, but which were at least as important as any of the others.
The seventh is... Sortof done. I'm having trouble with one thing that isn't behaving the way it's supposed to. And it might turn out to be pointless anyway. So that's more or less on hold.
I rock.
Word of the Day:
eupeptic - having good digestion; cheerful, optimistic
Currently Reading:
- nothing
Current Projects:
- on hold until my finger is examined.