Bleargh

Shame on me for quarterly posts, but I will try to stop the backslide.

It's been frantic. The second project was frantic in an "I'm a retard with Excel" kind of way but the third one has just been plain frantic in a "Yes, please waste an hour of my life telling me what I already know/you're clearly just as confused as I am" kind of way.

After working on a couple of kickass projects, this one feels like a really bad hangover that just won't go away. The workload has been poorly estimated all around in terms of timing and basic execution, and actuaries are anal, and it's been extended three whole days. I almost cried when I knew.

Over the past month, I've realised that a single espresso doesn't do it anymore, but a double shot at 4pm will crush me the next day.

On the bright side, I know what not to do when I'm finally let loose with a first year of my own and what industry I will never touch with a ten-foot pole. Even brighter still, we're leaving for Tignes in 12 days. I've had three months to practice saying it so I don't completely embarrass myself.

I'm having Oreos for dinner, courtesy of Tom and Nat.

Also, I love the random fact generator - I could sit and refresh it all day, but my html-genius of a sister couldn't get it to fit in my sidebar, which would've been much cooler. Ahem. Cheryl, you know what you have to do. This morning her factorizer read "The first draft of the Lord of the Rings featured Cheryl instead of Frodo Baggins. It was five pages long. Cheryl round-housed Sauron's ass half way through the first chapter." Totally made my day. I really need rescuing.