Yeah, but chicks dig slow frontlogs (see? It takes me a while, but I can run with it once I figure it out).

I am not sure I remember what it is to have a backlog. This place is so slow we have never really had more than an hour or two backlog. I do have about a month's worth of "backburner" stuff, but I like to leave that there as long as I can just so I can APPEAR busy sometimes.

I remember, from a couple of eons ago, when I used to get calls in the middle of the night and had to go down to work (this was before dial-in was an option for us lowly developers) but it has been long enough that sometimes I look back and long for those firefighting days. I am sure at the time I got tired of it quickly, but now looking back it seems more romantic (if that word can actually legally be applied to I.T. work) than it probably actually was.

Today I have a boring meeting where I get to harass members of the development staff of our sister company (a data supplier in this instance) for not verifying the data well enough (think basic SQA) before passing it off to a "customer" (yeah, we pay for the friggin' data). Later today I have absolutely nothing planned, so will probably spend it on facebook and failbook, or looking up misc stuff on the internet.

I love/hate this job.

So...plans for the holiday weekend (at least on this side of the pond)?

I am taking the family camping with a groupo of about 25-30 people to the Kern River. This groupo has been going every year on Labor Day for about 25 years. We have only been going with them for the past 5...but it is a Drunken Latino weekend. We pay $30 per adult and $10 per kid for food, bring our own libations and snacks, and set up camp in undeveloped camping areas (our only nod to society is a rented porta-potty so we don't have to share one with the Riff-Raff around us) and go for three days.

We usually head out around 1AM on Saturday morning on the 4-hour drive it takes to get there (although, being latinos, the groupo thinks of this as leaving Friday night *rolling eyes*) and get there and start drinking around 5AM. After an appropriate amound of Preparatory Drinking, we all set up camp and get to the serious partying.

This will be the first experience for Carla and Samuel camping with a group of crazy people in the USA (they have been "camping" before in Bolivia, so are not unfamiliar with the basic concepts) but I am looking forward to introducing them to such things as S'Mores and "camping" in a huge, modern, two-room tent, with blow-up, queen-size beds with "normal" sheets and blankets on them, battery-powered room fans, and misc other stuff that us "experienced" campers have learned to view as "luxury camping supplies" (hey, I did my years and years of backpacking in the Sierras with nothing but freeze-dried food, so I have earned my luxury crap!!!).

Looking forward to it. Crazy drunken latinas in bikinis (my own included).

I dig that.

no unqiue constraint on username. awesome. just awesome. i have not seen a pile of bad like this in a few years. 300K sets of active user dupes. How the F does this place function at all? Should I even come back from vacation....

to be a good lead and babysit a deployment where I personally have no code shipping, but my team does, or to go to the bbq jam session and have drinks with my rock n roll buddies? hmmmmmmmmm.....

only a few posts before we start a new thread

i can't stand it, it feels like waiting to open a present...

Go BBQ, Sean, Shirley you have someone else more involved in the project that can babysit and call you if necessary (*LOL* just don't answer if they call...BBQ jam sessions can be loud, you know).

I have a coworker who wants me to review his code "just as a pair of extra eyes" but then he wants to discuss it. Can't I just comment in the code without having to meet with him? I am pretty much already checked out of here (mentally) for the long weekend.

Indeed, assuming the present in question is a new package of ill-fitting socks from the in-laws.

Did a 4 day solo road trip last weekend. Fighting the itch to do it again this weekend.

More like a laundry bag of ill-fitting sox from the outlaws.

-PatP