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.