Stuck at the office

Today my brain is rather ruined; something broke that needed an awful lot of manual fixing, and that took up five and a half hours of my life that I won't ever get back. At the end of that, I was already pretty broken - it wasn't the sort of time consuming fix where you have to wait five hours for it to complete, it was the sort where every five minutes for five hours you have to press a button and wait for five minutes, which does terrible things to your powers of concentration. What I've learned from that is how important it is to get somebody else to do the grunt work, if humanly possible.  Grunting won't make you better at anything (including grunting) and it appears to have made me worse.  I've now been in the office for twelve hours, and that's not good for my mood or my productivity.

Up late

I got up at 6:10 this morning for a run. I was dreading it: I haven't done hill intervals for years, and I wasn't sure if this was going to be one of those embarassing episodes where you end up in the back of an ambulance, wearing a few small pieces of athletic apparel.

The Office

Today I had to go into the office to get some work done; I didn't really feel like breaking my holiday up, but with some urgent deadlines at the start of next month I needed to do something, rather than risk the chance of standing next to a smoking crater with a guilty look on my face in two weeks' time.