Saturday, 24 September 1994, 5pm.
We had one of those ``we're going to win big'' meetings today, where Jim and Marc wave their arms a lot and say ``these are not the droids you're looking for,'' and we all sit there and nod enthusiastically and grin and say ``these are not the droids we're looking for.'' I like those meetings, because they're so convincing. They make me feel like maybe I haven't been wasting my time. You need someone like Marc around to overcome the soul-sucking blackness that sets in when you've agreed to impossible goals.
I've been working, trying to beat this accursed Unix client into shape, and everyone else has been dipping into the corporate beer supply. You know, I spend basically every waking hour with these guys, and I think we get along remarkably well, considering, but it's really starting to wear thin. Add alcohol, and they all get Extra Special Annoying.
Monday, February 14, 2011
You need someone like Marc around to overcome the soul-sucking blackness that sets in when you've agreed to impossible goals.