May 14th, 2002

geek

D'ya think I'm funny? Do I amuse you?

Y'know what's really funny?
Going into Unreal Tournament to find that it thinks it's being run for the first time, your saved game on the twelfth level (there are only twelve levels) is gone, and it crashes for no reason.

Y'know what's really cool?
Figuring out how to finding the saved file fragments from your last scandisk and paste the info into your UnrealTournament.ini file to get everything back!

Y'know what's really funny?
Updating a couple drivers and restarting to find the computer has a stop error (WIN2K's answer to the BSOD), and not having a clue what to do because you've never seen one of those funny things before!

Y'know what's really cool?
Getting into safemode and fixing the problem (whatever it was) by deleting your video adapter (if all else fails, delete hardware!)!

Y'know what's really funny?
Fixing problems all night and not getting to watch a DVD, play UT, catch up on your friends or even check your mail!

Y'know what's really cool?
Knowing the DVD, the game and your friends will still be there for you.

So, that's what I've been up to... I'm going to frag a few bots for ten minutes to shake off any remnants of frustration I might be carrying around while my mail downloads, then call it a night. *smooooooooch!*
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I am up to my EARS in work. And I'm eleven anna half feet tall! That's a lotta work. And it's all extremely time-sensitive, and requires a lot of thought. Yikes.

I got in almost two hours late because I felt icky and knew what an evil day I had ahead of me. I'm glad I slept (I SO needed it), but I'm REALLY working against the clock now.

I have so much adrenaline running through my veins it's not funny. I've managed to get rid of a lot of my irrational fears over the past year or two, but I'm still an adrenaline junky. Give me a deadline, and I will procrastinate until the last minute. Ah, sweet, sweet adrenaline! Luckily, with this job, I've no need to procrastinate. There's just too much that needs to be done all the time. It's like collapse, in 3-D realtime, always on level 9.

Soon I'll have a two-hour consultation. It's supposed to be one-hour, but I know this guy-- it'll be two, and we'll manage to cram about four hours' worth of info in there. He'll give me as much or more info as I'll give him, I'm sure. I shall be fried by 2p. I should get the important things done in this next half hour while I still have a brain.

*smooch!* Bye!
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