crank

I’m cranky for no reason. Most of it, I’m sure, has to do with the 6+ hours of QA I just did – not to mention the skull-and-crossbones-adorned sign I made this morning reminding me via post-it what is due this week and looming over my adorable head. I like my job, but today it is making me cranky.

Other things that could be contributing to my crank:

  • I’m wearing short pants and my ankles are cold
  • What’s for dinner tonight? Nothing? Awesome.
  • I want adventure. When is it my turn to have some adventure? I would like some fun now, please.
  • There’s a big ugly scratch right down the center of the right lens of my Usual Glasses. I broke out the Backup Glasses today, and things look funny.
  • Where the hell is that thing I ordered 3 weeks ago. Should I email them again? Packages make me less cranky, and I was really hoping it was going to come today.
  • I have a secret with a hilarious name that I can’t share yet
  • People don’t update often enough, damnit
  • Is it time to go home yet?
  • There are sites that are way more popular than mine and I absolutely do not see their appeal. What do I have to do to be popular? I want internet fame and notoriety too.
  • Sweet jesus, it IS time to go home!
  • Too bad I can’t, because there are still 5 post-its on my wall
  • Crap.

die qa die

Quality Assurance tastes like blood.

I mean, it *could* be because I just bit my lip and it’s bleeding but I really do think that it’s the QA, and it tastes like blood.

I hate doing QA. I’m sure that being on the other end of QA isn’t any fun either, but manually wading through all this data makes my head hurt and look for distractions. For example, writing about how much I hate doing QA. No good.

I think I’ll just fail everyone.

That’ll show ‘em.

I am too busy to write any real content, so you should hate QA too.

Here are some pictures I took during the soccer innings.