Yeah...he just came back to tell me there are, like, a thousand records for May 10th.

I think we're closer now, though. He seemed to leave with the word "last" on his lips. I hope it makes it all the way to his desk.

Dear place I go for lunch once or twice a week for the past three years and who used to not fuck shit up,

1 - I can taste the difference between Diet Coke and root beer, so please just pour me a new soda without a long discussion over who poured the root beer and why.

2 - Pickles and cucumbers are not interchangeable. I ordered pickles.

3 - OMG WHY IS THERE NO CHIPOTLE MAYO ON THIS SANDWICH. SERIOUSLY THIS IS A CRIME AGAINST SANDWICHES HERE.

I had a meeting I was supposed to call into this morning at 10. They sent revised call-in instructions at 9:59. Then they hung up on me.

My boss rocks - she went to the same place for lunch and brought me back a side of the chipotle mayo. LUNCH IS SAVED.

Thanks for the duvet affirmation! I wasn't seriously upset -- more just bemused by how long the process took.

Every time I shop for a duvet cover, I usually end up super frustrated and shouting "WHY IS THIS SO DIFFICULT?!" at someone.

Aha. I think this is it: Situational Leadership.

Thanks! Very interesting.

He seemed to leave with the word "last" on his lips. I hope it makes it all the way to his desk.

Write it on a Post-It note and hand it to him. Stick it to the front of his shirt.

After scolding me for not knowing how to do something (that is not my job) and asking me "What's wrong with you lately? You're forgetting how to do everything!" (um, what?), my boss did the thing I needed done herself, and then she went home. Turned out it was messed up and I had to get someone else to fix it. And yes, I copied her on all those emails. If she'd left me the hell alone, it would have been done two hours ago and I wouldn't still be at work. grrr

Husband has decided to go to the funeral. I'm glad. And now I'm looking for his tickets.

I sent him away with the mystery of "Why are all the records May 10th, though?" If I'm lucky, he'll be chasing his tail through lunch, and not talk to me again.

The other query I asked for is actually pretty simple. I know his predecessor would have just done a huge IN statement with the values returned from the *first* query, but apparently that's not good enough for him. So--I wait. Yet, if I got my own DB access, I'd still only know enough to make a nuisance of myself 4 times out of 5.

I do hope someone complains about the tone in this IO9 article: [link] They're totes not giving the future the respect it clearly deserves.

And this Shortpacked strip came across my dash: [link] and is giving me the "it's funny because it's true!" sads.

And, yeah, the silent developer's email was all about how she's done nothing, and will have to keep doing nothing until later today. Great!

I think I'm going to go stick a sarcastic Post It on the "This door is alarmed" sign in the stairwell. That's almost as satisfying as punching a unicorn.

Sad news for fans of the John Pertwee Dr. Who era, as Caroline John died. She played the scientist Liz Shaw for one season.

I'm supposed to be off work as of half an hour ago. And you know what? I'm actually leaving! No, really, I'm signing off the VPN and I'm done for the week.