Work = Hell
At the moment there is a wonderul thunderstorm above us. A torrent of rain, lightnings and loud thunder - it's soothing.Today wasn't the first day of work after a weekend, it was the eighth. And the reson that I didn't keep up with my journal is that these last days were hectic. (I should add some backdated entries, though.)
Friday noon I tested the application we had to finish for a client this weeek. It was a full test, not only the modules we had to modify. Everything but a few small things that were still worked at seemed OK. Until I tested the reports...
[snip] snarling at a certain coworker and the general unjustice of the world cut out to protect the guilty [/snip]
We three worked on Friday until 9pm, on Saturday until from 12 to 8:30pm and my new co-worker L and I tested the application thoroughly on Sunday from 11 to 3:30pm before sending the new version off to the client. In essence we had no real weekend and I felt grumpy and quietly furious at that (not mentioned here) undependable woman.
With my boss' blessings I took work home after lunch to get at least a little bit peace. This last week before my vacation will be demanding again. I am involved in three projects where i have to get my parts running smoothly before i can leave. In weeks like the last one I hate my job.