Heppy Mother’s Day…
W3rd to your mutha. Greet to all the mommies out there today. Much love and respect, j0. Even mine. Despite all the troubles we’ve had from time to time, I do love my mom. Hope she knows that. Now, back to your regularly scheduled bitcing and moaning. Tomorrow’s gonna suck.
I gaze into the future, and I see… another trip to Salinas. Our ever so lovely client with the cow business is doing some upgrades to his weighing systems, and my boss has his panties in a bunch over that for some reason. He’s decided that we have to go down there tomorrow and install and check the barcode scanner and associated software. Nevermind that the barcode reading part of the system’s never really been tested, he wants to go down there, early, and set it up. And I know what’s gonna happen: we’re gonna set up this untested system, which I’m sure he told the client works perfectly, and set it up. It’s gonna break, of course. I’ll be expected to fix it, on the spot. This will take forever, and will be inordinately stressful because I will have the boss looking over my shoulder the whole time. It will take all day, and I will get home late because we can’t leave them with a system that doesn’t work so we’ll be there till it’s finished. And of course, I will look bad. I’m so looking forward to tomorrow.










