Posted 11:22 PM by RedSox
The Experiment continues…

I’m tired. Very, very tired. Life is wearing me down lately.

I’ve been in a terrible mood today. So I figure, what better time to resume posting.

That RedSox, what a guy!!!!

So why haven’t I posted in a while? Good freaking question. Frankly, I haven’t wanted to. I didn’t have anything to say. I don’t like posting negative stuff and I haven’t exactly been feeling witty recently. I know, I know, I’m not particularly witty when I am in a good mood. Today, I don’t feel particularly witty either but I do feel like writing something.

Work has been terrible. My project has finally reached a testing phase. So after all the bullshit that surround writing the requirements and getting resources from an IT department going out of it’s way to be difficult, I finally get to take an active part in what I designed. So Friday I get a call telling me that the data from the IT tests is imminent for me to review. Ok, finally! We are supposed to turn over next freaking week. So some testing would be a good idea, don’t you think? Well, at least I thought so. So Friday continues and ... everybody now ... no test data. Monday comes and lo and behold test data. So I begin to review. We have our regular status meeting and the IT drops this lovely little bombshell. In order to meet our turnover next week we have all the testing certified by, get this, this Wednesday. I’ve got to certify 1 and a half months of coding in 48 hours. This is F*&$ed up!!!

It gets better. One of the girls in my area responsible for a part of the turnover I haven’t been involved in is out until tomorrow for medical reasons. So guess who had to certify her part of the testing. If you guessed me, you are paying attention.

So that was my day today. All morning immersed in a test plan that was done on a legal sized spreadsheet in the smallest possible readable type. Trying to get the stuff I am responsible for done. And then the afternoon was spent making up a test plan for something I didn’t even know the design for. To say I was winging it is an understatement.

And then just to wrap the whole thing in a nice neat package of crap, I find out that the guy they just hired this summer who doesn’t know a fraction of what I know is a higher grade level than me. Whoop-Tee-F*&#en-Doo. I can’t possibly be happier at work.

That’s enough of that.

I know you are all waiting anxiously to hear how the big bowling tournament went. Well read on. The answer is below. Yes, indeed, cheap ploy to keep the none of you that are interested reading. Am I evil or what?

What else should I talk about?

Our annual Special Olympics Christmas blowout is on tap for Friday evening. Always something to look forward to. Lord Baltimore, Guinness, Sock Momma, Dominatrix, Jupe, and the rest of the gang will be there with bells on. We are a strangely mixed group that somehow clicks and works as an unbelievable team during the sports seasons. We all get together socially only a few times a year but when we do we make the most of it. The wait staff and bartenders still talk about last year’s party. I, frankly, am surprised they invite us back. I guess the ungodly food and alcohol bill we run up makes whatever antics we can come up with palatable. Really, we aren’t too bad. We don’t destroy stuff. We are just loud. We forget we aren’t the only ones in the bar. I look forward to this event every year. This year is no exception. There will be laughing and the telling of the same old war stories. There will be singing of the same mangled songs. Lord Baltimore and Guinness will break into song at the drop of a hat drunk or sober. Problem is, they don’t seem o be able to remember all the words to any one song. There will be drinking of large amounts of alcoholic beverages. There will be closeness and hugs and a nice warm feeling of friendship.

But back to the staff at the restaurant. I think they are just as pumped up about our party as we are. This is a place that Boogieshoes and I eat at regularly. We know most of the staff by name and have managed to drink after hours with most of them at one time or another. A couple are planning their hours so they can punch out and join our party. These are high expectations. I hope we aren’t laid back this year and disappoint. Although I suspect we won’t.

Ok, the none of you who are interested have waited long enough. My team won a gold medal at the Special Olympics bowling tournament in our division. I bowled lousy in the first game -129. Average in the second –157. And good in the last game – 180. I was so close to a 200 game but I choked in the last two frames. So ends another season and my bowling reports for the year. I know you all enjoyed and waited breathlessly for them.

Until next time…