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I never talk about work on this thing. Very rarely, anyways. I may throw some hints out there about what it is I do, where I do it etc... but never anything too detailed, and I think that's probably still a very good idea. Politics, y'know.

However, that being said...

Today Sucked Huge Ass at Work.
Totally sucked ass.
ass. Sucked it.
with loud slurpy noises.

The ball was in my court. The responsibility of the project, which like 5 guys and the owner of the company were relying on rested fully on my and only my shoulders.

I thought I was prepared. I had a great morning with two small victories over some things I had been battling, I blasted through a project that the upper ups thought would take me days, and I got a piece of equipment working that nobody thus far has ever been able to get working. None of this, however, was related to the project we were going to do at the end of the day. These little victories were not a part of that at all. I cleaned up all the stuff I was working on, loaded the project onto the new laptop, threw a bunch of other things together that we needed, and me and another guy loaded up a vehicle. It was 4:45 pm. Traffic was insane. I have no idea what was going on in the downtown core today, but even the fast routes were bumper to bumper. We wasted about 20 minutes trying to find alleyways and alternate routes, and finally gave up and just joined the fray. It took us almost 45 minutes to make a 15 minute trip.

We finally get downtown to the new tower that this project was taking place in, it's almost 6:00 pm I start unloading the stuff, and Im like uh .. laptop?

I thought you packed it he said.
No, I thought you already brought it out I replied.

Silence.
We look at eachother, and then both look inside the truck. No laptop.

My laptop is still at the office, stacked up by the backdoor.

Neither one of us want to head up to the tower and tell the boss that one of us have to drive back to the office to pick up the laptop. He rarely reacts very calmly to things like that.
And, well, everything I do, I do on that laptop. He had to go back to get it,.
I packed up the boxes we did pack, he jumped back in the vehicle to rejoin the bumper ballet of rushhour, and I headed on up to the security check in to face the music.

Surprisingly, the reaction wasnt as bad as I was expecting, but there was still that cloud of disappointment blowing over me.

Anyways, long story short, when my laptop finally arrived, the other guys had pretty much finished doing all the stuff they were doing that was prep for my arrival. The stuff was pretty much ready to be turned on and programmed. And my code didnt work right.

That simple. My shit didnt work.

I wrote this code about 6 weeks ago, tested it in the shop, and it worked perfectly. I was asked TWICE on Friday by the upper ups as to whether or not this unit was ready for production.
Absolutely Id say.

Well, here it was 6:30 pm, the other guys had been there all day, and this wrap up is not going well. My stuff didn't work.

6:30 became 7:30, the guys were cleaning up their stuff, I still sat there with my lap top, hands getting sweaty, hearing the loud and obvious sighs of frustration coming from the boss man, and the variables and code snippets started to bleed into eachother what was I watching for again?
The deeper I delved, the worse it got.
What the fuck is WRONG with this thing?? Why did it work so well at the shop?

Well, finally, at 8:30. The towel was thrown in. Not by my hand. I wasnt ready to admit defeat, but it was pretty obvious we had a situation that was unbeatable. At least for tonight.

We packed up our stuff in silence. Cleaned up all the areas we were working in, walked back down to the security checkpoint to retrieve our ID, and took the elevator in silence to the parkade.

My boss gave me a ride home, and nobody said a word for the whole trip.

Ass.
Sucked.

assage de la suckage.