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.