webcowgirl: (Morning cuppa)
Theme song: "What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this."

Note my coworker also has a cold. We are sharing cough drops. It's kind of cute.

It looks like we are ahead of schedule which is great as it means I might be able to go home early.

Yummy Chinese food slideshow on the New York Times today. Makes me want to go to Taiwan.

LATER: Wow, the release manager and the build engineer are both sick. This is pathetic. On the other hand, I've been passing out enough medicine that I probably ought to tape a sign to my head saying "Pharmacy."
webcowgirl: (Default)
It's late; things went wrong. There was a missing config file that caused everything for one of the two projects we are deploying to just not work. We had already been okayed to go home and call it a day, when suddenly the developer shouted out, "I found it!" and the game was back on, only at 3:30 PM we were only at the stage we should have been at some five hours back.

*sigh*

I did have an extraordinarily tasty Thai food lunch from Pu's Brasserie and the feeling of being well fed had me feeling chipper for quite a while, but right now I'm worn out and I'm giving up all hope of going anywhere or doing anything tonight. I figure I'll likely be here until 7:30, at least, but hopefully not too much longer than that. It is, though, so much better to just stay here and keep pulling those doubletime bucks (pounds) rather than to be sent home early and just find the exercise needing to be repeated again later, with teeth gnashing for our failure, but on a day when I couldn't come.

Time to hit the Dr. Pepper.
webcowgirl: (Tiara)
I wanted to post a link to the "baby" my team gave birth to today:

JobJourney Scotland!

This is what I've been working on for the past two months. Nice to see the Scottish employment situation is so robust!

Also, it feels good to get a project out to live, especially because I've got a tummy full of "Chef's Special Spicy Duck Curry" from the unfortunately named Pu's Brasserie.
webcowgirl: (TopBug)
Man. I am worn out. I slept great but didn't want to get up.

I think maybe 5 days a week of work is enough. Six takes it out of me.

Sadly what I really want to do tonight is go back home and play a silly board game, and then sleep.
webcowgirl: (Morning cuppa)
First, one of my reports (no nicknames for the people that work for me, only for people I don't like) brought in home made dosa for me today that her mom fixed. Oh man, I could see the chunks of red chiles in the filling. So, so good! Nothing like a nice little ADRENALINE RUSH to start the day.

I'm enjoying looking at these Japanese prints - oh how I wish I could hang some art on my walls! (I also found an interesting article on crows in Japanese woodblock prints while doing so.)

Second, I'm breaking down and joining the ranks of the bourgeoisie: as of today, I'll be having someone come over to clean my house regularly. (The deal is that there are these young college girls from Central and South America working at my office part time, and I think it seems kind of neat to give them a chance to make a little extra cash - there's not a question of who's better than whom, they're all pretty darned smart, and I figure ... they have some free time, why not help them pull in some bucks?) Clearly I feel some guilt about this, but on the other hand, I mostly feel a sense of relief. Even when I was unemployed I couldn't keep my house clean - I just don't have an eye for it. And why have to make special plans to stay home just to clean? On a nightly basis, I'm exhausted after work, and I have so little free time on weekends I hate blocking out four hours just to mop and wipe and dust (as if I ever dust) ... this will be nice. I've been saying for YEARS that my fantasy was to work hard enough that I could pay someone else to clean my house, so hopefully this will work out well - for both me and Pamela.

Finally, release today, with following problems: DB1 was brought down and then died, DB2 was brought down and then died, web server also died, then wrong builds were deployed due to a strange reliance on old relese notes. But we got it all out only half an hour later than expected and none of these issues were my team's fault. Yay!
webcowgirl: (TopBug)
YAWN breakfast is here, I finished my testing half a hour ago, but we've got "miles to go before we sleep," as it were.

Meanwhile ... there's interesting news articles. The kiss Paul Allen's ass streetcar progresses on its road to nowhere, another fabulous sign of corruption in Seattle, while the most beautiful building in Seattle has been spared from the developers' axe (or steamshove) - the second a sign that religious institutions should NOT be able to get out from under "historical building" (aka "listed") status because of some silly "separation of church and state" folderol - this "separation" simply must not apply to development laws.

Third: feeding babies like they are little baby vegans will kill them. A diet of mother's milk is fine, but how dumb to you have to be to feed your baby soy milk and apple juice as a "nutritionally complete diet?" Did they not understand what the "formula" part of "formula" was about, or did they just think they could make it up and get it right? And why in the world weren't they nursing the baby? Did they think feeding off of the mother was going to violate their vegan tenets?

Fourth: a review of a harpsichord concert says, "Received wisdom has it that Scarlatti was perfectly happy in the service of the Infanta Maria Barbara, writing little else but increasingly eccentric sonatas for nearly four decades. Personally, I suspect the diminished chords were a cry for help, but it is difficult to imagine a more elegant or affecting performance than this." (Last night's show was dull to me, merely "serviceable," so hearing a composer's music described this way makes me laugh.)
webcowgirl: (Default)
I have to say, getting into work at 5:50 AM is much less unpleasant when the sun is shining. On the other hand, going from "in bed" to "out the door" in ten minutes is a bit harsh. I did enjoy my bike ride.

And of course, after we were told to hurry hurry, we can't even log into the site. Gah.
webcowgirl: (Tiara)
I can really tell the sun is rising earlier and setting later, only a month after the solstice. This is great! And there were SO many birds singing outside. The song of the birds, that's always one of the most subtle of differences between home and Someplace Else, like seeing different constellations in the sky. I was guessing "Robin?" but I really just didn't know.

Oops, the build is released. Back after it's all done.
webcowgirl: (Tiara)
Well, I've signed off. That was a lot of work in a fairly short time - kind of fun, though. We have some tests to run once we're unsplashed and doubtlessly issues will occur during the day, but otherwise we're ready to go! And it must be said this was a MUCH less painful thing than getting new code out at Tripadelic.
webcowgirl: (Tiara)
Released 1/2 hour early. Busy now.
webcowgirl: (I Miss America)
It was lovely coming in this morning: cool and dark but not too cold, the air moist, and for some reason lots and lots of birds singing in the park near my work. It felt like a spring morning instead of deep in the heart of mid-winter. It felt homey and normal and that perfect surreal you get going in way, way too early to work - my whole life in QA, years repeating themselves, taking me all the way back to The Olde Days of the dot-com boom and all of those nice fantasies about retiring as millionaires after the IPO. I wonder if any of those Microsoft retirees are former testers? I scavenged some stuff for the bathroom from a box on the sidewalk and headed into work carrying it with me.

Nice article in the New York Times about the need to "restrain the imperial presidency:" The Democratic majority in Congress has a moral responsibility to address all these issues: fixing the profound flaws in the military tribunals act, restoring the rule of law over Mr. Bush’s rogue intelligence operations and restoring the balance of powers between Congress and the executive branch. So far, key Democrats, including Mr. Leahy and Senator Richard Durbin of Illinois, chairman of a new subcommittee on human rights, have said these issues are high priorities for them. Let's hope so. I realized I'm still afraid to send letter to Republicans criticizing them for fear of being placed on a watch list and having that make it impossible for me to travel easily.
webcowgirl: (Tiara)
I've spent the last hour trying to convince people to GO HOME. Fresh or fried, that's the question of the moment; which are you? I've been trying to get the team down to one person max ("You! Put your computer back in your office! You! Call your husband to come pick you up! You! Tell the fresh person how to finish your tests and LEAVE!"), and I've been pushing the B team test QB (who works for me) to take over from the A team woman, who I've been telling to dial down her areas of responsibility so she can head out. This is me, being a boss, trying to get things done and trying to take care of people when they have worked too hard.

And of course, that leaves the question of me, how am I doing and when am I going home. It's time. The CEO and CTO and Big Prez Dude and Mr. Boss's Boss are all gone, and no one is worried about me and how I'm doing. I've got everything ready to leave, but I wanted to do one last post after I put my computer back in its docking station, so here I am. Who's going to tell me now that I've been up for too long?

It's a beautiful day outside and I feel kind of sorry to have missed so much of it, but, well, there's a summer worth of beautiful days still to come and I'll do my best to catch up while I'm at Golden Gardens tonight. Be advised all of these posts will be going friends-only in a day or so, after I've had some sleep.
webcowgirl: (TopBug)
I'm feeling dehydrated. We've signed off on what we need to start the site running again. I had to tell the PM for the project we've been working on for 8 months that we weren't able to run a single test and that we're signing off anyway. It's kind of embarassing but he understands that the money toliet is flushing and we have to make it stop. (Me big test manager, me make big decisions, pass on bad news.) We found a workaround to be able to do more testing later, hopefully to discover there are no bugs once this bug is fixed. Gah.

On to the next cluster to test. Too bad I didn't actually bet on 11:30 as it looks to be very close to actual unshunt time.
webcowgirl: (Tiara)
Right, so the CTO is here, too. And I just suggested that we have him take over one of our positions. And we all laughed. It's a very funny situation.

We were going to do a pool on when we'd actually get the site up, but we got distracted by breakfast. It's really a shame, I like the idea of getting some pleasure out of all of this.

Our CEO brought his kids in. I asked him if it was the backup shift for B team. I told him I had empty heads that hadn't been backfilled for the last six months and I'd take whatever I could get. He said the 2 year old was a great UI tester. I also told him that EVERYONE in my group was already in and there were no backups to be called. This seemed to trouble him.

Ah, off he goes. It's really a shame as I could have used an extra hand to run automation. Maybe the CTO can take on the B shift quarterback position - dev or test, I'll take anything.
webcowgirl: (TopBug)
So basically we got in our new car and started up the engine and the wheels fell off and the engine fell on the ground. And our CEO is here and I want to go yell at him and ask why we're chronically understaffed. I am of course basically wearing jammies so I'm looking very authoritative.

At last!

Jun. 24th, 2006 07:59 am
webcowgirl: (Default)
I've had breakfast, and just in time, for we are RTT (in my case, ready to test!). W00T!
webcowgirl: (TopBug)
That's it, we've got five, we're playing some Hearts.

And I'm getting hungry.

And the president of one of our divisions came in and I hit him up for more employees.
webcowgirl: (London)
Nothing, nothing, nothing is happening, though we're getting closer to the possibility of something happening. My boss is here and his boss, the Big Big Daddy of QA. They'll be serving us breakfast at 8, though I've already had myself a very nice bowl of congee. I hope we get something to do before then.

So, for the rest of you: where can you buy theater tickets from touts? I'm very eager to get two tickets to Friday, July 7th or Saturday, July 8th's Life of Galileo - does anyone know where we could get them on the resale market? I've also discovered that Rock and Roll is available at its new home, the Duke of York's Theater, where it will be playing the last weekend I'm there. The write-up it got in the New York Times made it look very exciting. Anyone want to go?
webcowgirl: (Holo Holo Girl)
After a few false starts, I'm dressed and ready to go in to work (wearing the shirt in the icon, but with bags under my eyes). It doesn't look they're ready to go quite yet, but for some reason the fact I've had to get up and check my email every hour for the last three has kind of killed my ability to sleep. So I'm giving up and going in to hang out with everyone and have some of the food they'll have lying about as I have discovered that I am hungry. The sun IS starting to rise and the birdies are chirping outside, it is the height of doom and the start of the day of hell. Check back in after I arrive.
webcowgirl: (Mano Poderosa)
I verified all my IPs. I found one bug. Everything is a little shimmery. I'm going home.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] kitty_goth and [livejournal.com profile] bondagewoodelf for keeping me company in the wee hours.

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