Lost In Haste

Its been a while since I was in full-fledge panic mode at work. It doesn’t happen very often but it is (at least in my opinion) a humorous sight to behold. I run around like a chicken with my head cut off and talk ridiculously fast in almost complete gibberish. Thankfully, none of my coworkers (the Big Boss Man was in his office for some of the night) were at Infuz last night to witness my insanity.

I ended up staying till 1am at the office today in an effort to meet an already hosed time line. While I would love to point fingers and say who did what and how they fucked up, in the end it didn’t really matter… Since I’m the last in the chain of things that get pushed into my system, I ended up being screwed. So it was last night/this morning that I found myself doing three jobs: Development, Creative, and QA. What a shock to find out I was terrible when doing all three at the same time… :/

Playing the part of Development was the same as usual, just a bunch of copying/pasting and changing out images/content, with some ugly hacks here and there to make everything work (the system is so screwed that I was afraid if I tried to improve the code it would come crashing down on my head). However, then having to be Development while playing the part of Creative sapped what little energy I had left. To top that off, after all was said and done I had to QA what I’d shoved into the system and when more problems arose, I had to put on my Creative hat. In the end, I was left with so little of anything, going back to Development and pushing things to Stage ended up taking forty-five minutes (thirty longer than it should have).

It wasn’t that big a deal, I didn’t have any plans last night. Even so, I was livid at all sorts of people who didn’t do their job correctly…until the clock struck 10 and I just stopped caring. I resigned myself to the reality of the situation: its my job and in the end, that’s all that matters.