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Just after 17:00 or so, just after a brief conversation with the Guy I Report To, I sent an SMS to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inannajones, with text of "Argh. Work sucks." By 17:25, I've talked to the Boss and completely changed the tune of that; there's a bit of work out there that could change the site from a kludged together, ugly-back-ended workhorse of a site into a sleek racehorse of some Arabian breeding. Meeting about it on Monday, and hopefully putting an end to about half a million of the things that plague me in this job.
The non-technical communication of it was scary, though.
inannajones, with text of "Argh. Work sucks." By 17:25, I've talked to the Boss and completely changed the tune of that; there's a bit of work out there that could change the site from a kludged together, ugly-back-ended workhorse of a site into a sleek racehorse of some Arabian breeding. Meeting about it on Monday, and hopefully putting an end to about half a million of the things that plague me in this job.The non-technical communication of it was scary, though.
