A flashback to 1998 keeno Java-esque technology… Paul Clark reminded me of it.
The day began with a squeeze from my love, and then a pile of dung tossed in my general direction at work. Lots of folks under stress, much work augmented by the recent firings, plus people who either prefer not to communicate (or ar incapable of doing so). I arrive, and a swarm of irritating gnats begin to buzz in my ears. Only thoughts of Ornj are able to fend off the vile plague of their stress. I set wheels in motion, and correct problems with the west palm office, cert production, and missing Bheesham phone numbers. Poor Kev is suffering more than I am, as he’s on the road, manually loading software to sites who have no phone systems of value.
Still a trifle agitated, but things are calming. I hope that Ornj gets her mail today… I get to do big time VAGG stuff this weekend, must remember to get my stamps, and other such stuff.
Thoughts of my most dear calms me… she’s a touchstone, a beacon of joy in these murky seas.