Drunken emails like this crack me up.

Yaaaaaaaaaay for Kitt! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

You ar ea rock star.

owaoiojioeowoooooooooooooooo
woooooooooooo
woo wooooooooooooo
that's a train sound
wooo woooooooooooo
I am watching The Office, last season, woooooooo.
JJ is gone at his bachelor party.
I am home and drunk on wine.
Yum
I heart you Kitt.

yaaaaaaaaaaay for kitt!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-L

Today was the last of the three days I've spent training the next developer for a previous client. The sheer amount of information I had to dump on the new developer surprised even me. I hadn't realized just how much I had developed and maintained for that organization. Three days was clearly not enough time.

I tried very hard to keep my personal opinions of one particular person at the organization out of my interactions with the next developer. Very, very hard. I did okay in my effort, not great, but okay. He understood, however, that there are issues between our two organizations, and did his best to avoid the landmines.

Yesterday was a particularly bad day at work. The above mentioned person that I tried to keep my (not positive) opinion to myself, antagonized Mike to the point of unbelievable anger. It was an eye opening experience for me. I've never seen Mike mad, much less so mad that I feared he might physically damage something (say, a wall or a chair). No client relationship is worth the stress this client has caused me, much less the health of my business partner.

The experience had one very good outcome, however.

I am done with this client. Completely done.

When I said goodbye to the new developer this evening, the stress with this client disappeared. Gone. Poof. As I file through my index cards, looking at what I need to do, I'm crossing out the leftover items from that client. I'm done. Completely done.

The interesting moment will be tomorrow, when I receive some communication about some process at the client's site is failing. I've been composing the response in my mind. It'll go something like, "Most people learn cause and effect by sixth grade, and understand that actions have consequences. You've been rude to us. You've been mean, and nasty, and disrespectful to both partners of this company. Your actions have consequences, and the answer is no."

Done. Completely done. With no regrets.

It's time to spend the time and effort I've been putting into other's projects into my projects. Time to start those projects go, go, going.

Also known as, "Time to do cool shit."

After I said goodbye to the new developer, with the phrase, "Good luck! You're fucked!" echoing in my head, I went to practice.

I haven't been to practice in a long while, from both being gone at OSCON, New Mexico (Kyle!), and Phoenix for pretty much the last three weeks, and injured from GRUB. So, my whole goal today was to keep going, work as hard as I can at the moment, and keep going.

Inspiration comes from interesting places. We were playing five pull, and ended up having to run four sprints at the end of practice. I lined up two people from Tyler, who decided to run the last sprint backwards. Three steps into the sprint, I realized he was actually running backward faster than I was running forward.

Along the same thoughts as earlier, I thought, "No fucking way is Tyler going to beat me running backwards. No. Fucking. Way." and ran as hard as I could.

He didn't beat me.

And I finished the practice as I wanted to: working as hard as I could.

Thanks, Tyler, for the inspiration.

Jessica called today.

It's spread. It's worse, and she's due for more surgeries. More pain, more healing, more, more more.

She sounded almost cheerful over the phone. She's been given a crappy hand in life, looked at death in ways women less than 90 should never have to, been down this road three times before, and sounded almost cheerful. Strong for the rest of us, so that we can be strong for her later.

A tennis ball sized cyst on one ovary and precancerous, turning cancerous, cells in her uterus. Time to have it all removed to be done with it. The risks of the last cure. When does the cure become worse the disease?

The problem with a too full life is that it can't accomodate another event. Not without removing a previously planned event, anyway. I'm glad I've started getting rid of the clutter, removing things I don't need in my life. At this point, statistically, my life is approaching half over. Statistically. I like to believe I have until 121 before I croak, but sometimes I wonder.

Usually after calls like today's.

This morning, Kris and Heather were up early to move a truckload of Heather's stuff up north to Oakland (so sad! Our roomie is leaving us!).

On the way out, Heather said to Kris, "I need a Starbucks!" so off they went to the nearest Starbucks. As they arrived, Heather turned to Kris. "I'm buying, order anything you like!"

So he ordered a coffee.

Once he had it in hand, Heather\ looked at him (presumably squinty eyed and all) and responded, "Hmmm... Kitt's not here.... Coffee! You're having coffee!!?"

"Do you have to go to the bathroom?"

"No!"

I plunked the kids down in front of the television for an hour so that Mom could sew a few pillow cases, and I could catch up on a small bit of work. I know, I know, don't use the television as a baby-sitter, but it was the first time in four days, and for only an hour, so I'll still sleep well at night.

Just before they started watching, Mom asked Jackson, "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" He answered "No." When she insisted, "Because it looks like you need to go..." he cried out, "No!" So, we turned on the television, and went to do our tasks.

Sitting next to the couch where Sam and Jackson were sitting, I noticed Jackson kept grabbing his pants. After about twenty minutes, I had enough.

"Jackson, do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"No!"

"Because it looks like you do."

"No! I don't!"

"How about you try?"

"NO!"

"Okay, you go try, or I'm going to turn off the television."

"NOOOO!"

*click*

Glaring, he looked up at me, and trudged to the bathroom. I stood around the corner and listened, as he peed for 20 seconds straight at full blast.

Right, kid, that's a funny kind of no.