I spent the 6-2 shift yesterday and today (OK, still time to go today) in a windowless room testing our software with a bunch of Sanitation Workers who will be training their peers beginning at midnight tonight.
Yesterday I hoped to get something done after 2, but it was just more cathearding as we try to have everything ready for the day AFTER training when this system needs to be live.
Anybody who thinks this universe made itself run has never tried to get a fairly simple software system on-line.
I am tired.
I don't necessarily have a poem ready for every circumstance. I can also whip them up on the fly. But in this instance:
The Herding of Cats
The herding of cats is a challenge,
As anyone might expect.
Keeping them fenced is one thing,
But they’re just as hard to collect.
Then once you get them moving,
They’re wont to wander off,
And most anything will spook them,
They’ll think it’s a Zot when you cough.
You have to keep them channeled,
And focused on moving along,
The thinning of herds in migration,
Means the herdsman is doing it wrong.
Just because they separate,
And lope off on their own little tack,
You can’t make the claim they were never yours,
It makes you seem loose with a fact.
They like to think they’re all leaders,
So just let each one have his say,
Follow along ‘til they go where you want,
Just as if you had planned it that way.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . April 23, 2007
Little by little, I’m getting things done in here. I still have to write a letter to the agency who handles my aides and let them know I’ve had enough with the changes and the pressure they try to exert on me.
Since CFIDS is insidious, most people look at a PWC and think, “What a malingerer.” Been there, done that. So I’m here to educate another group of people.
Some days, that’s very difficult because of the very nature of the disease.
However, I’m going to give it a try. It may take me several days, but I will get it done.