*whimper*

Scared of this client. Scared of this project. Why me? Oh right, I'm supposedly the only PM that knows the system.

Anyway, they hate us. Lovely.

(It's not personal. It's not personal. They hated us before they'd ever heard of me.)

On the good side, the system's actually working now! -- mostly.

*whimper*

Save Farscape banner of the day

Still more needless fretting finished

Talked to the big boss. I don't have to get back to the scary client, he will talk to them tomorrow. Yippeee!

All that fretting for nothing... but at least the damn site finally works the way it's supposed to. Yegads.

Actually, guess I can go home now. I have nothing much to do...

Apparently...

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Don't believe the calendar.

It's still Christmas.

For proof: I got a Christmas card from Julia! From Italy! Extremely cool.

Also: Having finally made it home before the postal outlet in the Pharmaprix closed, I finally picked up Paula's package! Lovely Christmas prezzie (bracelet and box) plus all kinds of very intriguing-looking books. Heee.

So I've already eaten dinner and declined balance insurance on my Visa and listened to my messages (2 wrong numbers, 1 reminder my gym membership is expiring) and finished Time Out of Joint by Philip K. Dick. Was strongly reminded of that rash of "the world is not what you have always believed" movies a few years back:

• The Matrix (obviously)


• Dark City


• The Thirteenth Floor


• The Truman Show


• Pleasantville

and I'm probably missing a couple. Funny how that went...

Anyway, now watching month-old Buffy (I'm slow, OK?) and wondering what people do all evening. Gonna have to evolve some sort of plan for that.