It's 11:30 and I've been dealing with paperwork and forms for the past 2 hours.
We are not amused.
Tag: work
How not to code
I am working with a codebase that is just…. braindamaged.
352 classes and NOT A SINGLE LINE OF COMMENTS!!!
Added to this loverly fact is code like this:
Iterator it = set.iterator();
for (readfileindex = 0; it.hasNext(); readfileindex++)
{
String filename = (String) it.next();
//do something with it
}
Anybody with a bit of programming experience will realize that, though this block is valid, it makes NO LOGICAL SENSE. Especially when you realize that the readfileindex is used somewhere else for UI purposes. It violates about every common sense rule for effective programming.
joy.
That has to be a record
From meh, ok to fucking pissed off in less than 5 minutes. That has to be a record.
I felt kind of good this morning, considering all that happened to me over the weekend. I’d slept well, made myself a nice lunch, and got in the metro to go to the office. I left at my usual time. Thing is though, the metro was running really fucking slow this morning. Ridiculously so. So of course, I get to the office late. And the first thing out of the mouth of my boss is not “hi, how was your weekend”, but rather “hmmm, you’re slipping in your time again” (meaning I’m coming in late). Now dear boss, I love you, you’re a great guy, and don’t take this the wrong way, but fuck off. That’s not the way to start a week.
Today isn’t an hour old and it’s already a bad day
I’m uber stressed these days. About work, which I’m really starting not to enjoy anymore. About money, which is starting to get tight because of some investments I made and debts I accrued. About roommates, which I thought I’d fixed, but I haven’t been able to reach him in the past week, and now I find out he’s no longer working where he told me he was. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!
So, since I’m stressed, I’m not sleeping well. Which makes it impossible to come into work in the morning. Which is really pissing me off, especially when my boss is giving me snide little remarks about it. He’s not coming outright and telling me, he’s making little annoying comments – which is kinda worse. I’m doing my best here, but the fact that I wake up two or three times a night, coupled with the fact that I’m starting to not care about my job, means that coming in early to work is a physical impossibility.
Gah. I need a drink, a vacation and to get laid, and not necessarily in that order.