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Wednesday, March 3, 2004

If the sun hadn't gone down, I'd probably still be working. This was one of those days when I got so lost in my spreadsheets that the hours flew by, and the looming darkness was the only thing that could stop me. It wasn't until after I quit that I remembered I hadn't eaten anything all day. I had to wade through the mud in the dark to go out and get the mail, because I'd forgotten to do that, too.

It's not the kind of day that is interesting in the telling. I was hunched over the keyboard all afternoon, pushing here and prodding there, tinkering and tweaking until I got the harmony I was looking for. What good are elegant spreadsheets if they don't balance? Not much, but as I told the Boss (after barking at him when I answered the phone), finding the little mistakes is what proves the system works. It's actually a good thing.

Don't tell my back that, though. Or my neck. I started stiffening up again some time during the day, but of course I didn't notice until I stopped. Now I can almost straighten up again, but I wonder if it's worth it, since I'll be back in the same saddle tomorrow. It's almost more than a naturally lazy person can stand.

I'm afraid rest of my job suffered during this otherwise productive day. What suffered most was my pleasant telephone personality. The Boss wasn't the only person I barked at, and I'd like to apologize to anyone who phoned today and was the victim of my frustrations of the moment. That would include the guy calling from the children's charity, who had a hard time digesting the clue I was trying to cram down his throat.

What part of "I don't have any money and I don't have time to talk about it" is hard to understand?

Anyway, I'll probably be in a better mood tomorrow, because I'll undoubtedly slack off a bit. I can't see myself working this hard two days in a row. It just isn't in my nature. After a day like this, I feel "entitled." To what, I'm not sure. Ice cream, maybe? A cookie? Or possibly just a nap.




1 March 2004

Late afternoon clouds.



The Boss called late this afternoon to give me an "update" on some of the things he and Tim are working on. This is long range stuff, to ensure the ultimate survival of the company. He talked as if he were planning on living forever, and working as long as he lives. I promised him I had exactly the same plans. I think we were both relieved by this conversation.




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