The Day Job is within a few weeks of finishing (at last) a major migration that will ultimately do us a whole lot of good and that has been in the works for years. If we’d had a larger team and dedicated time, we’d have been done quite a lot earlier, but when you’re working with a teensy weensy team that’s stretched just keeping up with basic maintenance, something this scale happens in baby steps.
Basically, if we’d needed to rewrite our software on this kind of resourcing, we might get it done before the heat death of the universe, but it would be a close-run thing. That kind of baby step.
Not that it’s the company’s fault, exactly. It’s one of those things that happens. But it also means that my available mental capacity is being consumed by work things. And of course, bizarre things. Because computer software generates bizarre no matter how much we try to pretend it’s all scientific and stuff.
This is why I remain convinced that any sufficiently complicated piece of software opens portals to the nether realms and will summon one of the Elder Gods if not properly supervised (preferably not by me). I’m reasonably certain that in the course of testing, I’ve written test harnesses that are capable of summoning Elder Gods, and one of them runs every weeknight. I have refrained from inserting “Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn!” into the comments just in case.
In any case, at the moment I’m more or less counting days until 1) the new propane heater happens (2 weeks to go) and 2) the migration is done and the panicked flailing that follows from the customers has died down (it’s entirely possible that we deal with the most change-averse customers in existence. Seriously. We can’t change the tab sequencing because our customers complain. Heaven forbid we should introduce a new step in something… And you really do not want to know what we have to do to make a web page work like a 20 year old spreadsheet while keeping the damn thing more or less lightweight and able to do all the extra processing that’s expected – all because the original data entry 20+ years ago was run off a spreadsheet).
Anyway, sooner or later we’ll get past this crisis, and the next one shall appear.
In the meantime, enjoy Midnight stealing my chair (and the nice cozy heated blankie on said chair)