melcreada | Feb. 5th, 2003

I'm fucked. Big disaster at work. I'm in charge, hence it is all my fault. But, truly...I hate lazy programmers everywhere. Basically, I didn't go back and check everything the programmer was *supposed* to do (because he makes about twice what I do, so OF COURSE I should be checking his work). So, the system died. And about 9 million dollars didn't make it to the bank that morning. Like I said, I'm fucked.

Oh, I'll defend myself. I have everything documented like the anal little manager I am. But this truly makes me think about chucking it all and moving to Bora Bora, where I will weave baskets, drink cheap liquor, baste in the sun, and forever have sand in my shorts. *weak grin*

So, in keeping with my very foul mood, a new icon with more mopey Shakespeare and Aragorn looking like I did when the shit hit the fan.

I am supposed to go looking at apartments today. *yawn* So, nap first.

*trudges off to bed*