10:30, and we're mostly done.
Aug. 19th, 2010 22:33![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mapsedgeWe finished four orders of tights today: white, wine, camel, hunter green, and mink, and we shipped to Chicago, Ft. Lauderdale, Minneapolis, and Rancho Cucamonga (no, really.) We've got three orders from Kansas City so far, and one from Oklahoma (ya'll know who you are.)
It was a busy, frustrating (day job stuff), productive day. Seamlyne is doing better than I expected it to.
We'll be adding Mastercard and Visa in the next couple of days, as soon as PayQuake decides we're worthy. I wanted to put it off so we wouldn't have more fees to pay, but if some of my customers are any indication, PayPal is so complex as to be impossible to use. Hopefully, plugging into a different gateway will make a difference.
The under-bid, over-complex project keeps me bent over a barrel, unlubed and ill-prepared for the ass-reaming I'm taking. I didn't scope the project, I didn't promise it on any certain date, but the responsibility for getting done rests squarely on my shoulders. There are about a dozen equations, and I don't understand the business rules by which they relate. My contact who's supposed to be helping me can't get it through his thick Nebraskan skull that I'm a programmer, not a "finance guy" - someone for whom mortgages and stuff make sense - and keeps talking in jargon. Like I know what "A sub-prime N for 60 months, but only on Tuesdays" means. I don't often cry over programming projects, but every day I run the same figures with the same variables and get different results. Changing precision from four decimal places to eleven decimal places makes a difference. I can't relate.
This finance application is the sort of project that causes my marriage trouble. I get frustrated - near to tears at several points today - Michelle picks up on it, the kids suffer from the constant anger, and it snowballs.
And now, I'm going to bed. This is a conscious choice: I just don't want to stay up tonight. I have heard the bells at midnight too many nights recently, and I'm ready to get my body and brain back on schedule.
It was a busy, frustrating (day job stuff), productive day. Seamlyne is doing better than I expected it to.
We'll be adding Mastercard and Visa in the next couple of days, as soon as PayQuake decides we're worthy. I wanted to put it off so we wouldn't have more fees to pay, but if some of my customers are any indication, PayPal is so complex as to be impossible to use. Hopefully, plugging into a different gateway will make a difference.
The under-bid, over-complex project keeps me bent over a barrel, unlubed and ill-prepared for the ass-reaming I'm taking. I didn't scope the project, I didn't promise it on any certain date, but the responsibility for getting done rests squarely on my shoulders. There are about a dozen equations, and I don't understand the business rules by which they relate. My contact who's supposed to be helping me can't get it through his thick Nebraskan skull that I'm a programmer, not a "finance guy" - someone for whom mortgages and stuff make sense - and keeps talking in jargon. Like I know what "A sub-prime N for 60 months, but only on Tuesdays" means. I don't often cry over programming projects, but every day I run the same figures with the same variables and get different results. Changing precision from four decimal places to eleven decimal places makes a difference. I can't relate.
This finance application is the sort of project that causes my marriage trouble. I get frustrated - near to tears at several points today - Michelle picks up on it, the kids suffer from the constant anger, and it snowballs.
And now, I'm going to bed. This is a conscious choice: I just don't want to stay up tonight. I have heard the bells at midnight too many nights recently, and I'm ready to get my body and brain back on schedule.