Muharram 15, 1448 AH
I mentioned yesterday being a 12 hours shift, right? So, here’s what happened (remember Monk?)
I got up early, I don’t know how, but 35 minutes before time must be some kind of record. I’m more of a wake-up-13-minutes-after-scheduled-time kinda person, and on most days, I just about manage to join the morning meetings on time. But yday was different. I was up and about before the first meeting.
Does that mean I had breakfast on time?
Only I’m to be blamed for it, can’t really say it was someone else’s fault for procrastinating.
Yesterday was the release day; something we’ve been working towards for the past two years in general, but the past two months in particular. Long hours, health issues, reaching breaking point and then defeating ones own ego and starting all over again the next day… It was one heck of final stretch. And yesterday was going to be the last day.
There was one meeting, then another, then some work, then a quick lunch break, followed by another meeting which roughly translates to just one extremely dumb person making life harder for other medium dumb persons. And with the designated LeadDev out of office, I somehow became the go-to person. I have to finish my work, review others’, tell people things they should have known last year.
There was a last minute priority change, which meant the work I was suppose to do next week and take my own sweet time, I needed to do stat, like in a couple of hours. Thus began the race against time, and I relented just about when I was done.
Sahil se jab ki reh gaye do chaar haath hum…
Thankfully, one wise person has advised me to hand things over, promise to finish it tomorrow. Perhaps (most definitely) he knew that the dates are being pushed out.
Phew!
NOTE: This is part of “write one post every day for a year” challenge.
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