Oh no- I am so sorry Cash. Was he still doing marketing even though he is an actuary? (or something like that, I am not sure I remember)

Consuela, Cash...aargh. Want redo.

I have a truculent developer. I suppose it's best to be cautious when you have no fucking idea what you're doing, but when you shut everything down, the next step is to FIND OUT what you're doing. She's the one that was going to shut down the services in an indeterminate state of migration and take Tuesday off. I talked her out of that (which was perfect--we had much crisis yesterday, and she was needed anyway).

Now she's sure we can't use the new servers, because there are HARD CODED LINKS in the application. Two of the hard coded links are to servers belonging to the company we separated from two years ago, and the third is to a server in dev.

So, who has an exclamation point in her name and doesn't give a fuck? Yeah, that girl. But she won't turn the servers back on, in case we mess up production. PRODUCTION OF WHO??? The company that sold us 2 years ago? They kind of severed the link between our networks. But she won't take my word for it, because she finally believes I'm not a developer.

What marvellous timing.

Oh, wait...she just worked out that she was wrong and I was right. That shit keeps happening. It's really weird. I don't know what's up....

How can I tell our manager that she keeps hogging the toys and won't let anyone else play with them, even though we're behind schedule? It's such a ridiculous thing to accuse anyone of, because her reasoning for doing it is so weak.

Oof. Good luck to him, Cash.

So my mother made a yard sale sign with some of it in Cambria and some in Comic Sans. Oh, mom. So mom-ish sometimes!

How does one fake a mohawk with hair as short as mine?

I have just calculated breakthrough pain meds, and I will definitely run out during my trip home. And I'm not sure what I can get refilled before then, because I'm not supposed to still be on those--they're for my shoulder, and that's not supposed to still be an issue.

But it is, and so...

He sort of got moved out of Marketing. The essentially demoted him and gave him a pay cut a few months back. So he's been doing a bit more actuarial work. The problem is that the company is getting rid of all of it's personal lines--which is the department he works in. They fired 175 people today. 150 sales people and 25 drones in the home office. And as their current policies expire or do not get renewed--eventually everyone in Standard CP is going to lose their job.

It's a blessing in disguise. DH can't stand the company and how they work so he will be happier anywhere else. He needs to find a better spot.

Is this likely to mean moving, though? I am firmly of the opinion that moving sucks. (Signed, moved 11 months ago and not over it yet.)

In happier news, check this out! My nephew is 7 months old and 8lbs 3oz. He's a little booger but completely happy and so cute, with his tiny body and Megamind head.

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It's a good chance we're moving. And yes, the very thought of it can reduce me to tears. We love this house and the kids love their school.

He's *darling*, but so tiny tiny! I mean, my kids were that big at birth. How preemie was he - what's his adjusted age?

I still cry about our move. I am still rebelling against the fact that we live here now, and me not having a job, and still owning a house in our former city, makes it that much worse.