what makes a man work 20 hours, sleep 4 hours, then drive another hour out to norwood, only to be chewed out by the client, then to come home after a 4 hour meeting without eating the whole day? who knows, but i was that man today. you can't be serious
was what i was thinking the whole time when the boss man closed the conference room door today and basically told me that i still haven't showed him anything worthwhile despite my impeccable references. did i tell him that the functionality specifications and graphics were given to me way behind schedule? no. or that the working computer didn't arrive until last week? no. or that i'm still waiting for content? no. as a programmer i'm used to dealing with a lot of bullshit, since i'm always the last person to touch the project, but some how today's browbeating seemed particularly uncalled for, and if i didn't need the money, i would've quit right on the spot and told them to go fuck themselves. i'm counting the days until the end of november, when these projects will be done and i will never work for this client again.
when i came back home, not only was i tired (from the lack of sleep and food) but i was also in a foul mood, partly because of the client, but also because i was hoping i could get out early enough so i could go naturing (that wasn't the case however). the end of daylight saving time meant it soon became night and i started thinking about dinner. jawei came with me to star market to get some groceries. i decided to make cheese ravioli with meat sauce plus garlic bread. julie came over around 7pm.