Oh say, can you see? Friday was so so strange. Twas Michael’s last day, as previously mentioned. He was sick with tuberculosis or something. Micci went home after a couple hours in the office with what she figured was probably an ulcer. Me, I spent my lunch sitting on the front stairs, crying into the phone. Then Pam came up ...
Sad! Today is Michael’s last day. Sure, we argued a lot, but that’s what two developers do when they both know their way is right (it’s too bad he’s wrong). He’s awesome and I’ll miss him. Also, I’m not sure who I’m going to threaten to kick in the spine anymore. Everybody else here is too nice. On second thought, ...
Shee-it, y’all. I had to go read my last update to see where I left off. Right, work. I’ve been working a lot. I haven’t minded it so much because it’s just more time to hang with Micci before she goes off to other-contract-land forever (a year). And Michael, well… the biggest Michael news today was that his socks matched. ...
Oh good christ. (Be assured that’s the first and last time I’ll begin an entry that way. However, it make me giggle.) I keep thinking maybe I should update and tell you about the various things hereabouts, but the longer I go without updating, the more the things pile up, to the point where even if I wanted to write ...