Ain't Nothin' Goin' On But The Rent

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Actually, our mortgage is going to be about $120 more than our rent. But given that I'm not giving that money to Feefs's mother-in-law any more that is quite all right with me. 

Today was a bit annoying. I had to stay late at work on account of Smock is an idiot.

See. Most of our software is DEVELOPED by 3rd parties, but she insists we have to implement it ourselves. "For practice," she says. And then she stands back as if to admire the wisdom of this sentence.

I have tried to tell her MULTIPLE TIMES NOW that every implementation is EFFING DIFFERENT. So her statement is like saying you are practicing the banjo ahead of your big tuba recital.

But no, she refuses to listen. She gets these idiot ideas stuck in her head and I can't move them with dynamite.

"I know 'EE disagrees wi' me," she'll say loudly, explaining it to Hapless MPI Developer, "but it's the only way you'll get to understand the process."

(It's a DIFFERENT EFFING PROCESS EVERY TIME).

Hapless MPI Developer looks at me, with a pained expression. "I tried my best for you," I whisper, dramatically.

So today we had a "practice run" of the deployment. Into a practice environment. So a practice of the practice, if you will. We've been practicing this for some time now.

And of course, because it was different, it went wrong. I've given up saying, "I told you so." It's just a waste of my breath.

But now it is the weekend. Any idiocy for the next two days will be provided by me. 

S.