The wanderer returns

The smell of burnt popcorn indicated the kid's arrival home. One can only deduce from that smell that the mate K was hungry and the kid was cooking her dinner. I hope that the mate K had eaten earlier else she will never move beyond the size 8 that she is. The kid broke up with the boyf. I thought he'd last until the debs, but alas not. He seemed like a nice guy. Now he's a broken hearted guy with a menagarie of animals. When they were having 'the talk' , he actually said to her "and you've left me with a cat to bring up by myself" Seriously, I could not make this stuff up. And here I thought lesbians only came out with that rubbish. She's okay, a bit upset. Mammy2 provided hugs whilst I made tea. The usual emergency positions we have. The mate K was straight onto the first bus down to ours. The kid is also talking about meeting some guy from Myspace who's a professional photographer. And I'm the Queen of Spain. For some one so world wise, she can be incredibly niave at times. I told her I want all his details and not his joesoap@Iwon'tstalkyourdaugther.com standard issue email address. Seriously, did she think we were just going to let her swan off to Tallaght to get her picture taken? For the side of milk cartons. I've seen enough true life
movies in my time, I know what goes on. I shall run background checks on this fellow. She was all, oh I'll be fine, I'll bring a knife. I refrained from asking was she going to cook him steak. Chances are I would have received the glare.

I was in foul form yesterday. I had been in really good form but work got to me. I very rarely allow my day job to get to me, after all it pays the bills. I harbour no illusions of being in management, I'm quite happy being a developer. But this one time, I am the lead developer on the project and I feel like I know nothing. I mean, instantiate an object. Basic Java, basic stuff and I didn't know how to do it? I felt like such an idiot. By the time 5.30 came around, I was in a right sulk. As a 4 year old might be. Very productive. I decided I wasn't going to get anything done because i couldn't see the screen for the pout so I headed home. The plan was to go training but I was feeling anti social and may have inflicted my mood on the poor mate J. I skipped training and work on the soud redesign instead. Yes, dealing with my issues with work through more work. I aim to finish the spud redesign this week, testing for a week, and switch it live next weekend. This is my aim. I am sick of talking about it, of looking at the new pages whilst the old ones sit live. Its just pants. However, the foul mood is gone.

I aim to finish my amazon API stuff this morning and move onto eBay. I also aim to finish eBay today. Lots of targets. there . Stop laughing. I shall. And I won't work late. Well, I can't I have a meeting with one of my clients this evening about more work, potentially. I'll see what's involved. If there's a lot I might leave it. This weekend is a bank holiday and I am so looking forward to it. Hence also the urgency to finish the spud stuff. Mammy2 I reckon is sick of looking at the back of my head. She had one whole week of me being off the PC and I've been making up for it ever since. Thankfully, she's a patient soul and is very supportive. She has only 2 weeks left in work and is starting to fret a bit about finding a job. We had a chat and I tried to explain to her that there is no point in her leaving a job that's causing her stress and making her depression worse if she's going to be stressed and worried about finding a new one. She will get one, its just a case of time. She's been applying everywhere. With her expierence and accounting background, I reckon she'll have no problem. But I suppose its easy for me to say.

The kid announced she is going Debs shopping. I broke into a cold sweat until I realised we had roped the mate S into going with her. Then I realised when she said shopping,she didn't mean looking she meant browsing. I went to my wallet, I could hear the bank card going into some sort of shock, lots of deep breathing and it appeared to be okay.
The fact that she never even mentioned a price range set it off again. I can't wait to hear her report back on prices. I'll end up making a dress for her. That's how bad things may get. The movie will be called "My 2 mommies couldn't afford my DEBs dress to they made me this one from their throw". I reckon it will go straight to DVD.