Please accept my apologies for the short and boring posting this week. Today is the last official day of the fiscal quarter, and I need every last unit to ship. Every last one.
Because it doesn’t count toward my quota unless those computers are loaded onto a boat or a plane or a delivery van or a little red wagon. So long as it goes.
The upside to this is that the end of the day in Asia comes a bit later than the end of the day stateside. Thank God for time zones.
Buttered popcorn flavored Jelly Bellys
Sauteed chicken, artichoke hearts, asparagus, broccoli, butter, cream, and sea salt.
Served over cavatappi.
Glass of Chardonnay.
Well, it’s T minus 3 days and counting. 3 days, 3 million.
And the cast of characters who inhabit my regularly scheduled dream programming have apparently gone on strike. Only to be replaced with purchase orders, status reports, phone calls, and faxes.
Fun. Except not really.
Bolognese: lean ground beef, fresh onions, fresh mushrooms, fresh garlic, fresh tomatoes, red wine, basil, crushed red pepper, salt & pepper.
Serve over penne pasta. Top with parmesan. Pour a glass of red wine.
I spent an all too short weekend with family, in the sun and in the pool and just hanging out together. Saturday, we laid in the sun and baked to a golden brown (mostly) and later we played chicken in the pool and barbequed and talked and laughed and had more fun than we deserve.
And today, my back hurts from top to bottom from all the wrestling and goofing off with the kids and from not using enough sunscreen throughout the day.
So, yeah. My back hurts. And my back hurts.