Day 53. 179 pages, 83,932 words.
Meh. This weekend could really have been better. At least everybody’s health seems to be recovering.
Still, not much to add now. I haven’t had time to do anything much today, except enjoy a staggering range of new technical glitches at work. Answer me this: You have two documents in an XML publication tool. Let’s call them Doc A and Doc B. When you publish Doc A into a PDF, you expect it to publish as something, let’s call it “doc_A.pdf”.
So why, in the name of all that’s sane and logical in the world, does this one publish as “doc_B.pdf”, and contains the actual content from Doc B? And you know what happens when I publish Doc B? I get “doc_B.pdf” again. Yes, I actually tried it in the forlorn hope that there was a crossed wire somewhere and publishing Doc B would get me “doc_A.pdf”. But that would almost make logical sense, so fuck that.
Still, it could be worse. One of my colleagues had his entire account deleted because the end of the year was coming up (never mind that these projects will continue next year) and they were deleting accounts a month ahead of time (never mind that this is an utterly retarded idea). So I’m waiting for that to happen to me too.
All in all, I am dangerously close to minimal fucks-given levels.
Heading out this afternoon to watch Wump’s little Christmas dance recital thing, which promises to be as adorable as the last time. No time to write stuff now. Focussing on getting Blaran finished.