Whoops.

Problems at work today; I thought I understood the data migration scripts, but clearly, I hadn't. Spent another 12 hours today (900AM to 1030PM, you do the math and keep the errors to yourself) at work trying to fix things up, and will still have to go early tomorrow morning to lay things out cleanly and openly before deployment at 1230PM. Apprehensive? Heck, was *this* close to panicking today. That ain't good at all.

There is this credit-card-sales-executive from Citibank by the name Sharon who has been stalking me for the past three days, and frankly, it's getting annoying by now. She sends me (automated?) sms's at 10:33PM SGT every night, and then follows them up with at least one phone call every afternoon. If anyone of you knows a hitman/woman operating in Singapore and offers cheap rates, let me know; I have all her details with me (her mobile, telephone, office location, fax and even this free water-bottle that she gave me), so it should be fairly easy to score a hit.

Speaking of stalkers: there's another seller-woman that I'd like to get away from one of these days and I have no idea how I could. First, is the tea-and-coffee aunty who sells steamed chicken pau to me every morning; I've written on this earlier, but we have a Pavlov-ian relationship now. She looks at me, takes out a chicken pau, puts it in a big, brown paper cover, and waits for me to give her 90 cents. SHE HAS GOTTEN SO USED TO ME ORDERING CHICKEN PAUS FROM HER THAT SHE DOESNT EVEN ASK ME ANYMORE. I completely dislike this state of affairs, and so far, all attempts at spicing up the situation (by ordering other stuff, like fried bee hoon, or a black pepper chicken pau and so on) have proved naught; she still goes back to her patented pau-hand-trick, and auto-magically produces that brown paper bag EACH TIME she sees me. I think I'll jump into her stall tomorrow, and physically stop her from doing her hand-trick or something.

I've been told today that I'm not only wildly famous, but also that my writings here are widely read, despite Google unceremoniously dropping me off its cache. Or, to put it more plainly, at least one of the alleged toddlers I was mentioning earlier has read that particular post and... well, I would have known what she thinks, except that my project lead came in at the right moment, and I had no option but to minimise all IM windows and hide all evidence of slacking. (Hey, was at my terminal for some 6 hours straight by then; I *needed* some slack). In any case, this leaves us an interesting window of oppurtunity to critically analyse what we've written earlier, and perhaps, comment on it with the advantage of hindsight.

We find the following salient points on analysing that post:-

1. My grammar sucks when I feel sleepy.
2. The post needs some stylistic editting.
3. I'm a megalomaniac mostly out of touch with reality.
4. I try hard to be funny.
5. Ummm, that's it.

Mea culpa on 1 and 2, and frankly, there's not much I can do about it; the only other alternative is to not post for a while (which I've also done, and that wasn't fun either). 3 is possibly true, but hey, this is my blog so I'm allowed to be so. 4 is also true, but that's because you, oh, unseen, unheard, unknown reader, is reading it, and you wouldn't be really interested in the finer detail of my navel-lining's colour, would you? 5, on the other hand, is a contentious issue, and I could be wrong in my judgement, so feel free to correct me on that.

Which is a good point, btw; what's with Hyderabadi women[*] and my blog? They read it and amuse themselves, but they don't bother posting here, even when we try hard. I... hope... someone... is... listening.....

And finally: Borowitz has finally become funny although he's still corny and uninspired. The Onion, on the other hand, is biting, sarcastic, satirical and erudite as usual.

Good night ye all. Wish me luck for tomorrow.

[*] - Not toddlers; we're now upgrading everyone's status to 'women' with immediate effect.