Phoning an Egg

Some people just have WAY too much time on their hands.


Progress

Well, the bathroom refit is progressing. By the end of yesterday the entire bathroom had been stripped out, bath and basin gone, flooring gone, pipes redone, and the bath was installed. We’ve still got working water, and the rest of the bathroom is going to be done this morning, apparently.

Then this afternoon will be the “joy” of replacing the toilet. Apparently this “shouldn’t take too long”, and he may actually be finished by the end of today. I’m not fussed if he’s not and it goes into tomorrow, because I’ve already got it all sorted with work that I go back in on Thursday, but if he finishes today then I’ll be really impressed.


Grrr

I despair. I really do.

I’m working from home, so I’m not in direct communication with the office the same way I am usually. You know, through being in the same fucking room, for instance.

So when I left on Friday, I sent an email to El Boss, and to Simon, the fuckwit other developer, to say “Hey, I’m working from home on Monday (and for most of the week) so I’ll be working on x section. Please leave it alone, so I don’t end up with issues when it comes to putting it back in to the system”. You wouldn’t have thought that was difficult to handle, would you?

So today I’m working on x section, like I’d said I would. And what comes in from work, but an email to let me know that Simon, the fuckbunch, has changed – you guessed it – x section. The cunt.

So I’ve just dumped his change, and sent an email to El Boss and Simon explaining just why I’ve done it. So we’ll just have to wait and see if anyone says anything…


Building Enthusiasm

At the moment I’m just trying to build up the enthusiasm to actually work. My mind’s not really on it at all today, and so I seem to be more furkling about with other stuff that’s not really related, and just generally footling along a bit.

It’s bad, because I know that we have a deadline of Friday for some development stuff, and while I’m a good 95% of the way there, the remaining 5% is actually quite important. It’s just that today I’m not in the mood for doing it, which really isn’t at all good. It should be, but it isn’t. Ah well.

I’m sure I’ll get there – but for now, well, procrastination appears to be king.


@Home

Well, following on from yesterday’s domestic destruction, I’m working from home for at least three days while the plumbers are here replacing the bathroom suite.

I’ve got a lot of stuff on for work, plus I really should be looking at working on the new site, although I may put sanity in front of workload, and push back the launch date of it by a month. Not a decision I’m overly happy with, but it is a shitload more realistic with everything else that’s been going on.

Still, at least Hound is now in kennels for the week – it’s not cruel, she’ll have a rare old time running round the fields etc. – which also means we may actually get some time to ourselves that isn’t governed by walks, feeding, etc. Should be interesting.

Anyway, best knuckle down, and do some stuff, hadn’t I? *ahem*


De-tiling

Today, Herself has been very brave, and let me loose in the bathroom with a hammer and cold chisel. Normally this would be filed under “Exceptionally Stupid”, but for once today was more about destruction than creation.

You see, over the next few days, we’re getting a new bathroom suite installed – bath, basin, and bog, all new and re-done. And then when that’s done, we (by which I mean primarily Herself, as I’m bobbins at it) will be re-tiling the bathroom. Which, of course, all combines to mean that we need to remove all the tiles from the bathroom walls. Yes, that’s a job for Mr Destructive, plus the hammer and cold chisel.

All told it took about 90 minutes to lay waste to the room. Which was pretty much what I’d predicted. I’ve come out of it fairly well, just a bundle of scratches from ceramic chips accelerating out of their parent tiles and embedding themselves in me at high speed. Oh, and a shitload of scraped knuckles where they’ve rammed into plaster, or into sharp tile edges. And one mysterious bruise in the middle of the back of my hand – not quite sure how that one got there, as I’d have noticed whacking my own hand with the hammer. I know, I’ve done it before. Hey, I’ve never even attempted to make out that I’m actually at all practical.

More impressive, though, is the fact that I’ve managed to not break anything that shouldn’t have been broken, the shower unit is still on the wall, and there’s no extra holes in the wall that shouldn’t be there.

All told, really a quite successful day.


IE7

One of the more interesting things this week has been the release of the second beta test of Internet Explorer 7. Supposedly it’s all-singing all-dancing – and of course with the work I’m doing, I had to download the test.

I’ve only been using it a couple of days, but already it has good and bad bits. Yes, it’s certainly better than IE6, and by a considerable margin. Mind you, in many ways it’d be difficult to be worse. But is it the Firefox-killer it was mooted to be?

In short, no. It still doesn’t handle the CSS standards as well as Firefox (or Opera, or Mozilla, or Seamonkey, or Safari, or – well – anything, really), it still has idiosyncacies that shouldn’t exist, and it’ll still mean lots of people design sites purely for IE that then break in any other browser. (On a personal basis, I have a tendency now to develop sites that work in everything else, but then break in IE because I haven’t tested them there – I know, I should – but well, it’s using IE. It just makes me shudder)

I’ll write more about it as I use it more, I’m sure.