so, despite the fact that i will probably pull all of my hair out by tomorrow afternoon, they gave me a nokia n800 for all my troubles!
it is pretty freakin sweet (still sticking with imitating peter griffin today), i just have _no_ time to play with it.
i’m not hungover, i’m exhausted from being out all night drinking.
to whit, i have had 11 irish car bombs in the last two nights. i have also had a smattering of single malts, expensive wine, and snooty after dinner drinks. i think it is funny that all my years of partying have given me the kung-fu power of “iron liver”, which means that all the other reps are stumbly little puddles while i am happily buzzed. wednesday night, i literally had someone run away from the bar back to their hotel in order to avoid having to do an irish car bomb.
i have been through two days of 12 hour meetings, followed by several hours of drinking hard. i’ve had two job offers, and an open invitation to meet with the CTO/COO when i go down in november, assuming we work with these guys.
i have to work late tonight, and i have a 48 hour deadline hanging over my head which has a pretty fucking sharp edge on it.
we i launch the wifi project tuesday, i have to be hot for live testing tomorrow afternoon. also, the guy who is essentially the chief technical lead for the organization is out until tuesday. the consultant who is running nokia’s end of the project is on vacation for two weeks starting tuesday…
i am in less than stellar shape to accomplish all this.
luck, and crazy juice will get me through. if not, i’ll just start throwing cats at people.
