Author: djuggler

* Being overcome with tiredness

* I’m wiped. My php work isn’t done but needs to be presented tomorrow. I have a phone interview at 4pm AH! That’s good. The morning is open!

* I’m worried sick that my 19mth old is ill and I don’t have the means to take care of her.

* php code no longer submitting to the database. Despite over simplifying the code it still doesn’t work. I’m going to pull some hair out.

* While wasting my time with this php stuff the contract job is coming ever closer while no perm prospects show. The 19mth old seems to have a lump on her left breast. Of course, living close to Oak Ridge cancer fears race through my body and words like “PREEXISTING CONDITION” I am such a pathethic excuse for a provider!

* mind racing. stop. chew some gum. get to work!

* The walls are closing in

* Baby up. Boys taking ps2 break from their work. My brain is fried. I could use a nap.

* Lunch done. Baby refusing to nap. Wife tense. 7 yr old reading diligently on his assignment to learn who Daniel Boone was. 10 yr old ticked that she is having to work on her long term assignment. Me? I feel if I’m not careful I could have a snap so I must be extra flexible and strive to respond not react. Must get work done. Have suggested that the baby be left home so that the wife can have some relaxing time to herself during the 10 yr old’s psychologist appointment (10 yr old full of anger and hate).

Today’s transitional point

We’ve reached the point in the day where the focus has to change and there is more to do than the mind can grasp. What is most important? The php work. On to that. Don the headphones! Put on the blinders!

* need food

Today’s goals: finish php site!!

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Poo Poo Head

Now here’s the kind of thing you miss out on having an office away from the house or by not having kids.

Friend of 7 yr old: “10 yr old. Come outside!”

10 yr old girl: Harshly “NO!”

Friend of 7 yr old: Shouts “Poo poo head! *door slams*

Now that’s good stuff!

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* My wife has shared that she is “having a crappy morning” (duh!) but refuses to tell me how I can help or share what is going on. Today is one of those days where a working man could “disconnect” himself from family life at an office and have less stress.

* resume off. Meeting with the php work scheduled for tomorrow. He called and wanted it to be today but that’s physically impossible. Damn vaporware!

* Royal pain in the rear. Got the resume modified. Not terribly pleased.

* with crossed, fingers I’ve got the art computer working with MS Word. Mouse is crappy and frustrating

* Wife is doing that “she’s mad at me but won’t give me a hint” thing. It makes my heart turn into a 20 lb weight. I feel like someone has put lead in my chest.