I broke the rules; I made the rules; I kicked ass; I took names; I held everyone after class and made them sniff chalk dust.
I carried my own weight (plus three other peoples’), towed the line, went the extra mile. I thought outside the lines, shifted paradigms, stuffed big blocks into small holes, made large buildings disappear using the power of my mind and bent spoons.
I got an amazing amount of work done today amid a sea of interruptions. I created something so amazingly cool, I’m half-tempted to show it to you all now and risk getting fired. But, no, I will wait until February when I can unleash it on the unsuspecting world. I wrote code, troubleshot other peoples’ problems, fixed them, then my own, rewrote things to make them faster and created some wicked stuff. I am extremely proud of myself (if you can’t tell). I worked my ass off today and produced some good stuff.
I also got offended that someone would question me, wrote a possibly ill-advised word missile and sent it to not only my boss, but my boss’s boss, and several other important people. It was fortunately well received (thankfully, I came to my senses and editted out all the swearing and insults). I called my code a “work of art” and meant it (and I still do).
Jen and Max come home tomorrow and I couldn’t be happier. Tomorrow will be spent cleaning the house, finding winter coats, making dinner for them and twiddling my thumbs until it’s time to pick them up.
I think I’ve been at work too long…