Good and bad day
Oct. 21st, 2009 08:02 pmThe good: the code for the project that I've been working on for nearly two months finally worked properly today. The data still needs to be validated, but this is the first time that it's run through (twice!) without issues and produced data that looks good on a cursory inspection.
The bad: OMG, indigestion. And bloating. And can we say gas? Plus, did I mention the indigestion? There might also have been a touch of acid reflux in with that.
Hello there, IBS. You're trying to persuade me that I need to carry Tums with me at all times, aren't you?
I was so glad to get home. And stuff myself with Tums. And at least be able be gassy, crampy and ick in the privacy of my own bathroom.
For extra fun and laughs, I'm going to be stuck in a minivan (people carrier for the UKers) for several hours tomorrow while I go to Moncton and back for a potentially pointless meeting. Yay? If my GI tract does a repeat of this, my co-workers will hate me by the end of the day.
Worst part? We've just had to do our 'employee engagement' survey and one of the questions was about whether we get indigestion/gas/bloating/cramps/constipation etc. In other words, have you got IBS? And, heh, are we to blame? Not said in those exact words, but the implication was clear.
Some days, my body sucks piggy wonks. Now I'm going to watch Holby City and try to forget about this entirely pointless exercise in management BS. Instead I shall focus all my good vibes on getting home in time tomorrow to join my knitters in the bar and eat yummy food.
The bad: OMG, indigestion. And bloating. And can we say gas? Plus, did I mention the indigestion? There might also have been a touch of acid reflux in with that.
Hello there, IBS. You're trying to persuade me that I need to carry Tums with me at all times, aren't you?
I was so glad to get home. And stuff myself with Tums. And at least be able be gassy, crampy and ick in the privacy of my own bathroom.
For extra fun and laughs, I'm going to be stuck in a minivan (people carrier for the UKers) for several hours tomorrow while I go to Moncton and back for a potentially pointless meeting. Yay? If my GI tract does a repeat of this, my co-workers will hate me by the end of the day.
Worst part? We've just had to do our 'employee engagement' survey and one of the questions was about whether we get indigestion/gas/bloating/cramps/constipation etc. In other words, have you got IBS? And, heh, are we to blame? Not said in those exact words, but the implication was clear.
Some days, my body sucks piggy wonks. Now I'm going to watch Holby City and try to forget about this entirely pointless exercise in management BS. Instead I shall focus all my good vibes on getting home in time tomorrow to join my knitters in the bar and eat yummy food.
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