It’s summer & the sun’s up until 9pm & it’s there again by 4am, blinding me. Of course, the season brings misery to me with the onset of hayfever. Everyday since the end of May I have wanted to pluck out my eyes! I content myself with furious scratching, which of course makes it worse but gad-darn-it! None of the 3-eyedrops I use have any long lasting effect so I drown my eyes every so often. Of course the specialists recommend you stay indoors when the pollen count’s high but that’s like saying I commit suicide.

Anyway so yesterday on my way to work at 6am, the sun was glaring down on me. I actually felt good, hayfever aside, when I felt something drop on my shoulder. I thought it was a seedling or insect but I couldn’t find any my body (or hair). I found the answer when I boarded the bus. I reached inside my bag & clutched my travelcard & – wham! I felt a gooey thing wrapped on my fingers! A bird expertly pooped inside my bag.

Good morning to me.

It was a sign of things to come that day. I was running like a headless chicken conducting interviews from 9am to 3pm. In between managing the testers & checking on their progress (if I don’t nothing gets done right – bad recruits?), I am also sat in the bug triage with our CTO & VP.

All throughout the day I wanted to slap someone & I really couldn’t hide my frustration (if not anger) at the contractors. Are they deliberately doing a bad job to antagonise me?

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