Hopeful.
I am hoping that today goes better than yesterday. While clearing dinner dishes at the end of the day, I had a eyelid twitch or forty-billion. It was that kind of day.
The kind of day when technology tries to kill you, by making you want to die. It does this by crapping out. Things like a mysterious refusal to recognize the ethernet cable, and then refusing to find a wireless connection that is any faster than 1 MBPS.
ONE, my friends.
After I peeled my face off, I thought things would get better. Except I was very very wrong.
OH, with the HATE and IRE for the shortcut methods that have been wrought upon more technology, producing utter crap and rendering it useless to me or anyone else who had plans to use it.
Follow this with a laughable excuse for a meeting… oh let’s not get into that. In a moment of delirium (had not a drop to drink!) I signed an email to a colleague and a consultant with the following:
Bright and early tomorrow… can’t wait to see what the day will have in store!
I’ll be mainlining the espresso shots - why waste time with all the sipping?
So, uhm, let’s just hope tomorrow is much, much better.
10PM PST - UPDATE: The end of the day is here. It was a much, much better day. Much.
