He cracked my shit up with "Dammit! If the developers can develop without requirements, why can't you test without them?"

Because then the docs team discovers there are no specs for anything, that no one is writing down what the hell they're doing, and that leads to wearing fangs to work and hissing at people. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

Hypothetically speaking, our SDLC has a big fat arrow running back from the testing crew to the requirements generation.

Which, as the business analyst, I have to shoulder blame for.

But the basic system requirement was "Allow producing field "salespeople" to single sign on into this vendor website, providing them with a free license if their yearly gross is over $75K."

Boom.

The amount of time we spent circling on "salespeople" and trying work out how to codify that (they're the ones that we pay! that bring in the money! how can we not know who they are?) was pretty stupendous, but we hashed it out. We're heading into the final stretch, having built up a decent head of steam, and one of the developers on the commissions system, who I've never spoken to, says "Which sort of gross do you mean?"

WTFuh-huh? We have different grosses? We polled a lot of people. They had no idea. That's the point at which you have to talk the stakeholders into going with what they already have, and not to get any big ideas this close to deployment.

God, that sinking feeling.

Pumpkin had an Adventure. The thing is, I don't know how she had it, exactly. Loki and Pumpkin were chilling on the deck, and I came in to take out the recycling. They'll behave for 2 minutes, right? Pumpkin followed me in as she usually does (and usually goes right back out.) I take the recycling down, noting as I'm shutting the door that she is about to jump on the bookcase next to the door. Take the recycling out, idly note I should shut the screen door when I do this, as mosquitos.

Come back upstairs and check on cats. Loki is still chilling, no Pumpk. Come inside, calling. No jingle (she's belled for a reason, this cat.) Proceed to flip out. Comb the house, call from the deck, peering out over it, check everywhere. Run around the basement, go out the back door, calling.

And she comes sorta slinking around the corner. She was happy to see me.

But I don't know how she got down there. She could've gotten out with me and the recycling, but I think I would have noticed. The only other option is she jumped off the deck. She's shown interest in the railings below before.

No more unsupervised deck time, not even for 2 minutes.

Thanks for all the congrats! This will be the first time I've had things like paid vacation and sick days!

Aurelia, what is the job?

Assistant Lighting Supervisor at the largest regional theatre in town.

aurelia, that is DAMNED fantastic! GO YOU!

Yay, Aurelia! Yay, benefits!

Nice!!

Assistant Lighting Supervisor at the largest regional theatre in town.

Cool!

Um... which theatre is that?

I don't know the details on the rejection of Chic-fil-a. Nobody is proposing to reject permits on grounds of them engaging in repulsive free speech behavior are they? Cause that really would not be on. On the other hand if Chic-fil=a engages in discrimination illegal in the cities or states that are rejecting them, that would a basis for refusing permits.

Of course boycotts are perfectly kosher as a reply to repulsive but legal behavior. But not refusal to grant permits the entities are legally entitled to.

Wrong thread!