This is starting to be a March theme, I think. I get swamped, I get a bit behind, and now all of a sudden, despite my best intentions, I am staring at deadlines I might not meet, with workloads I can barely handle.
Only one month to go. Perhaps I’ll get to see a couple of episodes of Die Nasty this year, yet.
Two times in the last week I’ve had to do class presentation, and although I can’t speak for the actual skill that I have, I do seem to have a knack for talking.
Which, come to think of it, might come as no surprise 
Anyway, this week marks the end of classes for this semester and, in fact, all but one of my final exams. That one, which takes place next week, will be murderous, but other than that I’ll be content with my grades for the semester.
I wish I could say the same thing for work. My job has been a frustrating one lately, staring blankly at a piece of code from IBM and trying to figure out why it isn’t working the way it’s supposed to. It has to do with migrating our product to a new version of a particular platform and, while in theory it should be easy, we’ve always had a bit of a fragile relationship with this platform, and I’m bearing the brunt of it. The work would be satisfying if I were getting anywhere, but I’m not, and a deadline is looming. I predict some overtime next week, as we have two major deliverable dates.
Honestly, though, it’s not all bad.
It’s sore, it’s stiff, but I have two arms, and therefore I can…
That doesn’t sound like too much fun. On the other hand, I can pull up my pants easier, now
Somewhere in there, however, I really need to find some way to thank Char for the fantastic way she’s helped me out throughout the first week of my slingery, when I really couldn’t do much for myself. Waking up at 7:30 is not something she enjoys, and she did it for me.