when life imitates art.

today is the last day the office is open for the week. it's starting to feel like i'm stuck in a dilbert cartoon.

we email our client: "if you combine this, this, and this subcommand, the processing is impossible."

client: "the end customer has promised not to do that."

apparently it escaped their attention that the code still needs to do something.

and somehow it escaped my attention that yesterday was the solstice. whee! soon i will not have to walk home in the dark.