Current location:	workity workity work
Current mood:	cranky
Current music:	Crabfest 2009 in my head
Entry tags:	crabbiness, damn damn damn charlie charlie, juvenile, not a good day for science, stop the insanity, stuff, work

Some kind of help is the kind of help we all can do without
OK, software fail all over the place. Now a couple of my user pics are just gone, and I don't know why. And I am having enough problems with software issues at work that I really, really can't spare the attention for livejournal picture disappearance. whatever.

Work is being especially crazy as we stagger towards our relaunch date, which may not end up being our relaunch date after all, but we're pretending it might be, even so. Nothing is quite right, and all the piddly little details we had to ignore in the face of the big huge details are now biting us in the ass. A lot. And meanwhile, the big huge details are still not working properly half the time. Or more than half. OK, hardly at all. And I have to make things work before I leave on Thursday because I won't be here through probably Monday while I take pain meds and see double and stuff. And the things I need to make work are resisting me with all their software might. Which is a lot of might, or just really well targeted might.

I may cry.

So that whole eye surgery thing is coming up Friday morning, which I don't really want to have, but I'm having because I need to and I've been putting it off, and it's a good idea even if it squicks me out. It's outpatient, it's relatively minor, but I'm nervous and irritated and I'm getting crabbier by the minute. Sure sign that any moment I'm going to crawl under a blanket and refuse to do anything at all. And cry. And then stick my fingers in my ears and sing out "LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU I CAN'T SEE YOU YOU CAN'T SEE ME I'M INVISIBLE!" A lot. I think I'll take some chocolate under that blanket with me. And water bottles. And build a fort.

I almost feel better already. That is, until I look at all this stuff that's not working and irritating me. Stupid stuff. [Kicks feet at stuff] And you're ugly, too.