Saturday, March 11, 2006
I did it
So that is what it’s like to work my ass off. Huh. Hope I never have to do it again! Yesterday is definitely a day I never want to repeat. After discovering my horrendous blooper, I vowed to buckle down and reclaim my losses by the end of the day.
I went into “robot mode”. I had no choice. The work was mind-numbingly tedious. (Inventorying multiple websites for assets that number in the multiple thousands is a project that spans months, and is no freaking fun. For those of you other geeks who care, we are switching content management systems and need to migrate all our crap, going back as far as 2002, to the new system.)
I had lost an entire section when, in an effort to reuse a spreadsheet layout that I already did for another section, I forgot to Save As. For some reason I thought I already did so I deleted the old content and put in the new stuff. It wasn’t until 100 saves later and the next day that I realized my mistake. Dumb dumb dumb. You guys know that sinking feeling, like a rock that immedidately forms in your stomach and just pressess down in your gut. Major sinking feeling, especially after realizing that there was no recovery without doing that section all over again.
So I plugged into some music to help me get into the zone and went to it. I cranked at it like a crack addict. There were times where I just plunked my head down onto my desk to give my eyes and brain a little rest. My coworkers were probably listening for snoring. One coworker was picking up a printout from the printer behind me and asked how I was doing. I think my answer was somewhere between a grunt and a groan. I would imagine it sounded like a bear being disturbed from hibernation.
I stayed an hour later than usual. A different coworker was all, “Oh I didn’t know you were still here!” I think my answer this time was a groaned, “Yeeaaaahhhh.....” Her response to that was, “Ohh. I see.” She promptly left me alone. Smart girl. She’d been through more crunch times than I had.
By the time I finished the last line, I was beat. I mean completely beat down like I just went a couple rounds with Mike Tyson. I had squeezed all the available juice from my brain. I didn’t feel victory. It was more like relief that it was finally over. But I had done it.
I don’t quite remember driving home.
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