I get to work at 7 to do some work on the user manual for a device shipping on friday. [Doing it at night while the engineers aren't working on the device.] So DC is here, fixing the bugs in the code that is the user interface. Not too bad, I have other things to work on. But he's not just fixing his vb code. He's also listening to music (watching tv?) that isn't quiet. And then there's the Alanis Morisette. And he's fixing the code.
I wanted to gouge out his eyes with the spoon on my desk for a) taking so freaking long to fix the code b) leaving on vacation for 2 weeks so none of this could be started until he returned and c) complaining that he had so much to do and such a short deadline.
Haiku here
So, since Mom's getting up early to take her car into the Saturn dealer for some work at 7:30, she's going to call mewhen she gets up at 6, so I get my ass out of bed and get to work to finish all this crap, because I don't want to deal with it again after friday.