So, Tell Me About Your Compiler Problems.

Said no cat ever.  Rani has (I think) a Mona Felixa smile here.

I had one of my nights where even going to bed early didn't help.  I was awake until about 1:30 am, napped, woke up just after 2am and repeat until the kittens go bonkers at 4:30.  And don't stop going bonkers until just before 6 when I got up to go shovel snow.

Made tea, made a roll for breakfast, got logged on just about 20 past 6, read e-mails for half an hour, realised I hadn't clocked on, swore, clocked on, and then things started.  E-Mails, phone calls and and and.

It all culminated this afternoon in a hugely complicated telephone conference with my team, fixing and testing stuff, getting everything activated and me having to write a program on the fly that would tell us how many things had been affected.

Never try concentrating on code if people are talking to you at the same time.  It just doesn't work.

Never tell your kitten about days like this, they look at you like this and you realise "Oh right, it just doesn't matter".

I fully expect tomorrow to be a day of  "How can we ensure this* never happens again?"  The obvious answer is to make sure no-one ever makes a mistake ever again.  But obviously that doesn't involve powerpoint presentations by people who don't understand the problem but will include terms like "Quality Gate"**.

I feel the joy being drained out of me already.

On the plus side, I enjoyed the cricket being on in the background.

*"This" was not anything we had built, written or implemented, but we have to fix every problem, every runny nose, every loose shoelace, every "ouchie".

**Chocolates made of wood, the tin is always full.