it's either Higher Mathematics or...

[sergebroom]

Yesterday, I spent 8 hours (not including the normal day's 8 hours) on an urgent project, bringing me close to midnight. Today, Saturday, I resumed my work on that project. If you don't include the time it took me to take that old bed out of our guest room and into the garage, and if you don't include a trip to the dump, I spent 8 hours to reach the stage where I have something for my user to test on Monday. So... I spent 16 hours of my personal time so that, on Monday, I could use 8 hours of vacation so generously granted to me by my employer.

Something doesn't add up. Either this is one of those Higher Mathematics problems, or I am a complete moron.

On the bright side, I just finished updating Sue's web site ( http://susankrinard.com/iMain.htm ). And I didn't break any of it. Huzzah!

Comments

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

It's a matter of a topological transform, I think.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

That sounds much better than the idea that my intellect might be deficient.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

You just found yourself in a parallel universe for a while. It happens.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

If I may use Occam's Razor... I think that the ral explanation is that I'm a sap. On the other hand, when my manager called and asked why I hadn't yet taken any database-tuning training even though the year is almost half gone, I pointed out that work had been keeping me busy. She then started talking about the need to make time. That's when I said that last year's work load had prevented me from doing some much needed yardwork and I felt very strongly against letting things slide again this year. I did point out that by mid-July, I'd be done with the backyard.

Making time... Or doing time?

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Work increasingly seems to involve the latter much more than the former. You have my sympathy (of course, right now I'm off until August so that may not be worth that much -- on t'other hand, last semester I found myself teaching six classes which certainly seemed like doing time).

I seem to remember a story (by Keith Laumer, perhaps) that involved aliens misunderstanding a reference to time machines, demanding access to one and being taken by the protagonist to a prison because 'that's where they do time'.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Today, no office-related tasks. Yay! Instead I'll be attacking... er... landscaping the backyard's North Wall ( http://pics.livejournal.com/serge_lj/pic/0000rrtw/g13 ). I might be done with it early enough that there'd be time to do some weeding, but I don't feel like it. So there. I will... gasp!... be taking the rest of the day off after the landscaping has been taken care of.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Wow! That looks like a task for several hours. At the end of it you'll need a long cool drink. I recommend a triple screwdriver.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

It might take a few hours, but it'll mostly be a matter of leveling that heap into a fairly level terrace. I'll have to lift some big rocks into the sides without hurting myself. But it'll consolidate the whole thing. Besides, I have to do something with all those rocks left over from the South Wall work. Before I call it a day, I may go to a nearby place and get a few big plants for that spot. Some yuccas, possibly...

As for the screwdriver... I've got a cheap bottle of red wine with my name on it. Its actual name is Plum Loco, but I wouldn't dare make jokes about that.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

I'd advise a backbrace, seriously. Don't kill yourself . Use the rocks to wall in Pete Domenici.

The wine sounds nice. I've been drinking a South African Shiraz called Warthog.