Delivery Nights

We have to deliv­er stuff to that cer­tain $oft­ware com­pa­ny at 7am, and, here we are, still at work, at mid­night — try­ing our damnedest. This cer­tain $oft­ware com­pa­ny is a stick­ler about sched­ul­ing.

So, on this 18+ hour work day, I had BBQ for din­ner, a few cof­fees, a diet coke, and 2 beers (got­ta love it when the senior man­ag­er invites you to make use of his mini-fridge). And it’s 93 degrees in this fuck­ing place.

I feel like There’s More to Life Than This.