When your job revolves around dealing with a Web site, and then you hit a point where your job is nothing but launching a new site and all the angst that goes into that, it leaves zero time and little inclination to play with one's personal site in the few hours left.
I celebrated the Sox sweep -- on the phone with NYAB, from my office, where I was working.
I carved two of our three pumpkins with the YP last night -- in the 30 minutes between the time we got home and the time I packed him off to bed. The third pumpkin will be jack-o-lantern free this year.
And I'm actually ahead of most of my co-workers on protecting my family time.
By tomorrow morning, I will have slept a grand total of 14 hours since Sunday morning.
And I have absolutely no right to bitch about that, because I am probably the best-rested person on my staff.
Half my staff has been working literally around the clock to get the new things built. The other half has been working almost literally around the clock to keep up with the things that need to get done that the team is responsible for Every Day When We Aren't Building New Things.
All of which makes me feel pretty freaking lousy and ineffectual, believe me. I detest women who play the helpless female card, but that's basically what I've been in this exercise. "Oh, please edit this file? I would do it but I'm trying to track down a problem through this 40-odd-messages e-mail string." "Oh, this feature is broken, please fix it for meee!" I'm the Unfrozen Cavewoman Web Editress who can't parse code quickly enough to be at all useful and who spends more time as traffic cop than as protector of her sleep-deprived innocents. I hate that. And I hate the idea that if any one of them should decide to, you know, REST, I am completely and utterly unable to fill in for them. I hope to rectify this situation by Monday, but I am pretty sure whoever gets stuck teaching me is in for a painful experience.
But. The eagle has landed, and it is something that looks like it might be good. I won't link to it here because, well, blogging about work is sketchy enough behavior; linking to work after complaining about it would be stupid verging on insane.
And it is Halloween, and I don't feel totally freaked at the idea of leaving work for several hours to chaperone the YP's day care class trick-or-treating, and possibly leaving early for Trick-or-Treating Part Deux.
And if all goes well, I will have some very nice photos to share with y'all this weekend.
Assuming I am not working.
And if I'm not working, assuming I am at all inclined to go anywhere near a computer.
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