Friday morning, April 1

Not much into April Fool's Day pranks. My ever-so-literal mind doesn't see the point, and in any case my life is complicated enough without throwing that sort of shit in. Show of hands, anyone surprised? No?

Right. Onward.

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In the "Let me drop everything and work on YOUR problem" Department, a panicked phone call from a web client about incorrect inventory data has thrown a severe monkey wrench into the morning's cogs. Sheesh...just because we show them offering $3000 off every car, he gets all in a snit about it (yeah, that was self-deprecating sarcasm...this is honestly a bad thing that needs fixing.)

I'm doing what I can, but all of this is controlled by a system I didn't write that is hopelessly spaghetti'd together. If the basic tools I have don't fix it, the best I can do is to take his inventory offline until the issue is addressed by DataGuy, who is home with a 102º fever and not planning on being online much today.

EDIT: he's on it. I feel for him, sick as he is, to have to deal with this. I don't much like him (or his coding style), but I am capable of compassion.

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Ever been in a peaceful valley when the dam upstream breaks and you watch with horrified fascination as the wall of water comes rushing down at you?

I feel that way about Seamlyne right now. It seems that our season has started a bit earlier than I thought it would.
I'm grateful for the money coming in, don't get me wrong, but with an activity nearly every night of the week - swimming lessons, Irish dance, coffee house side work, etc - it's going to get hectic in a hurry. Scratch that, it's hectic now. 

Wow. Be careful what you wish for, right?

Michelle and I are going to have to adjust how we handle running the kids around. We can't all be together as a family all the time unless we can find a way to cart the kitchen and the costume shop with us everywhere we go. 
 

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On the upside, the Morris family are all healthy at the same time, aside, that is, from sinus and tension headaches. 

 

Thanks to Seamlyne and a few capital expenses there, we're in a better position coming into tax time that we have been in several years. 

 

My world is starting to turn green again. The hillsides are starting to turn vaguely fuzzily green. I might even have to mow this weekend. What a joy that will be - no, really. I like the first mowing of the season. It's mowing in July and August that I don't like.

 

Concert tomorrow. If I can get a chance to practice, I plan to add at least three new songs to the set. That'll be nice.

 

Friday morning, April 1

Not much into April Fool's Day pranks. My ever-so-literal mind doesn't see the point, and in any case my life is complicated enough without throwing that sort of shit in. Show of hands, anyone surprised? No?

Right. Onward.

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In the "Let me drop everything and work on YOUR problem" Department, a panicked phone call from a web client about incorrect inventory data has thrown a severe monkey wrench into the morning's cogs. Sheesh...just because we show them offering $3000 off every car, he gets all in a snit about it (yeah, that was self-deprecating sarcasm...this is honestly a bad thing that needs fixing.)

I'm doing what I can, but all of this is controlled by a system I didn't write that is hopelessly spaghetti'd together. If the basic tools I have don't fix it, the best I can do is to take his inventory offline until the issue is addressed by DataGuy, who is home with a 102º fever and not planning on being online much today.

EDIT: he's on it. I feel for him, sick as he is, to have to deal with this. I don't much like him (or his coding style), but I am capable of compassion.

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Ever been in a peaceful valley when the dam upstream breaks and you watch with horrified fascination as the wall of water comes rushing down at you?

I feel that way about Seamlyne right now. It seems that our season has started a bit earlier than I thought it would.
I'm grateful for the money coming in, don't get me wrong, but with an activity nearly every night of the week - swimming lessons, Irish dance, coffee house side work, etc - it's going to get hectic in a hurry. Scratch that, it's hectic now. 

Wow. Be careful what you wish for, right?

Michelle and I are going to have to adjust how we handle running the kids around. We can't all be together as a family all the time unless we can find a way to cart the kitchen and the costume shop with us everywhere we go. 
 

----------

On the upside, the Morris family are all healthy at the same time, aside, that is, from sinus and tension headaches. 

 

Thanks to Seamlyne and a few capital expenses there, we're in a better position coming into tax time that we have been in several years. 

 

My world is starting to turn green again. The hillsides are starting to turn vaguely fuzzily green. I might even have to mow this weekend. What a joy that will be - no, really. I like the first mowing of the season. It's mowing in July and August that I don't like.

 

Concert tomorrow. If I can get a chance to practice, I plan to add at least three new songs to the set. That'll be nice.