billing hours
Jul. 17th, 2006 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisI got lots. I have a massive job that I was crankin' away on late this afternoon when another client decided to have a 5 p.m. crisis. He sent email to me and to my boss. I was answering it, explaining the situation and asking him the needed questions when the phone rang. It was my boss to tell me there was an email. I stopped and explained everything to him. Everything he told me to do was in the email I was writing. I kept saying 'yep, it's in the email.' 'yep, it's in the email.' Finally he got off the phone and I finished up the email, lifted my finger to send and the client called.
The fix ate an hour. Note to self: when rearchitecting a website, and explaining to the client that the way he wants it done will change every single one of his URLs which might result in some broken links somewhere, understand that when he says he understands, he does not understand at all. (And, since the pages are built on the fly, I can't sneak in any 'send the user here' code.)
He's got people taking chomps out of his ass so I am sorry that he didn't 'get it' until tonight. But, fuck, I'm tired of the drama.
And speaking of chomps out of asses... the Mariners are tonight's Yankee victims. And tomorrow and Wednesday. At least Wednesday's game isn't on TV so I don't have to actually see the carnage.
Summer time. 1955. Kansas City, Missouri. I was 6. And I went to my first professional baseball game. The Kansas City Athletics were new in town and it was a sunny Saturday afternoon. As I look back on it now, I can't imagine why Mother and Daddy had tickets. Daddy was no baseball fan and there never seemed to be enough Saturdays to toss one away. Even more amazing is that they took me! I was so meant to be an only child. Anytime I got one or both of my parents to myself was a red letter day anyway. And here we were going to a Professional baseball game! (I remember asking Mom what a Professional baseball game was and she told me it was when grownups played.)
I got a hot dog and cotton candy. And it was so fun. The people watching was amazing. It was just the best fun ever especially for the first 20 innings. Yep, the game kind of got tied up a little. I was not at all ready to go but Mother and Daddy started having 'should we go?' conversations. I was afraid to say a word for fear that it would put them over the edge and we'd be out of there. Finally they settled on 25. We were going home at the 25th inning one way or another. I savored the remainder of the time. And, of course, a walk off home run won it... in the bottom of the 24th. What a wonderful day.
The fix ate an hour. Note to self: when rearchitecting a website, and explaining to the client that the way he wants it done will change every single one of his URLs which might result in some broken links somewhere, understand that when he says he understands, he does not understand at all. (And, since the pages are built on the fly, I can't sneak in any 'send the user here' code.)
He's got people taking chomps out of his ass so I am sorry that he didn't 'get it' until tonight. But, fuck, I'm tired of the drama.
And speaking of chomps out of asses... the Mariners are tonight's Yankee victims. And tomorrow and Wednesday. At least Wednesday's game isn't on TV so I don't have to actually see the carnage.
Summer time. 1955. Kansas City, Missouri. I was 6. And I went to my first professional baseball game. The Kansas City Athletics were new in town and it was a sunny Saturday afternoon. As I look back on it now, I can't imagine why Mother and Daddy had tickets. Daddy was no baseball fan and there never seemed to be enough Saturdays to toss one away. Even more amazing is that they took me! I was so meant to be an only child. Anytime I got one or both of my parents to myself was a red letter day anyway. And here we were going to a Professional baseball game! (I remember asking Mom what a Professional baseball game was and she told me it was when grownups played.)
I got a hot dog and cotton candy. And it was so fun. The people watching was amazing. It was just the best fun ever especially for the first 20 innings. Yep, the game kind of got tied up a little. I was not at all ready to go but Mother and Daddy started having 'should we go?' conversations. I was afraid to say a word for fear that it would put them over the edge and we'd be out of there. Finally they settled on 25. We were going home at the 25th inning one way or another. I savored the remainder of the time. And, of course, a walk off home run won it... in the bottom of the 24th. What a wonderful day.
