Dear Diary,

I just got back from work.

Yes, it’s Saturday.

And I just got back from work. And not only did I just get back from work on a Saturday, I worked more on this Saturday then I do on most weekdays. Explain that to me!

Essentially my weekend was stolen from me. And guess who stole it from me. Just take a guess. Come on. I’ll give you three guesses and the first two don’t count.

No, not the Hamburgler.

No, it wasn’t Lacey the Fruitfly. Who the hell is that?

Okay fine, I’ll tell you as you are obviously on the wrong track. It’s those freaking Java programmers.

They keep screwing me after they’ve even left the company! They fscked up their side of the program so much that the whole thing needs a rewrite … and the program goes into production on Tuesday.

Needless to say, we stripped a lot of functionality out of the program.

A lot.

Which makes me look bad and everything. Because my program is just a backend to that. It’s the face on my program. They screwed it up. Aarrrghth..

Okay. Pleasant thoughts.

I got to meet mangledoll this weekend. She’s cool as shit. She needs to hang out with us more. ’nuff said.

Hrmm.. what else. I’m really tired and I need a nap. However, booradley’s birthday blowout part 2 awaits. He’s 21 now, you know. *evil grin*.


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