Sunday, I went into work to make up the hours I'd bagged on Friday. It took four hours, but I managed to start assembling a better array of Status pages, possibly fixed the build, and found a weakness in the way the cross-compiler works with some of the code in the contrib directory.
When I submitted one of my bug fixes, one that could affect others, to the code review queue, the response came back from my manager almost instantly. This happens a lot, and it creeps me out. No matter what time of day, or wherever I am, if I make changes to the public cache, my stress-laden manager is there to share the love. It feels like I'm being surveilled. As far as I can tell he has no life so when he's home just leaves his home machine on as a mirror of his office workstation.
Y'know what? I'm tempted to do check-ins using at or delay, programs that let me time-shift my actions. If he's trying to create the illusion that he's working 24/7, then so can I.
When I got home, Omaha announced that she and Kouryou-chan were coming down with colds. Suck. We sat around and played games of Go Fish and Crazy 8's, folded laundry, went through the ordinary and extraordinary paperwork that it takes to run a household like ours, made pizza, watched Clean Sweep, and finally decided it was time for bed.
When I submitted one of my bug fixes, one that could affect others, to the code review queue, the response came back from my manager almost instantly. This happens a lot, and it creeps me out. No matter what time of day, or wherever I am, if I make changes to the public cache, my stress-laden manager is there to share the love. It feels like I'm being surveilled. As far as I can tell he has no life so when he's home just leaves his home machine on as a mirror of his office workstation.
Y'know what? I'm tempted to do check-ins using at or delay, programs that let me time-shift my actions. If he's trying to create the illusion that he's working 24/7, then so can I.
When I got home, Omaha announced that she and Kouryou-chan were coming down with colds. Suck. We sat around and played games of Go Fish and Crazy 8's, folded laundry, went through the ordinary and extraordinary paperwork that it takes to run a household like ours, made pizza, watched Clean Sweep, and finally decided it was time for bed.
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