The Penalty Box

…or, in my case, ON the weekend.  There’s a hard project deadline on Monday, and unfortunately that means going into the office on the weekend to finish up the alpha so it can be demo’d at a conference.  I’ve been working 10 hour days the past couple of days, and quite honestly I’m rather amazed at how well my team has performed.  Not that they suck, far from it in fact, but given the time frame and the feature creep, we got a lot done.  There are a few more bugs to crush, and hopefully they’ll be ironed out tomorrow.  It’s almost like those all-nighters for 300 and 361 all over again.  Not quite though, because I can’t do all nighters anymore.

After work today was a family dinner because an aunt of mine was visiting from Hong Kong.  Being the only member of my generation there, I mainly left the conversation to the elders.  Most of their discussion centred around Hong Kong politics, an area of which I have no way to contribute in any meaningful discourse.  However, as soup was being served, the conversation somehow shifted to the purchasing of underwear.  Like many people, hearing your parents and their generation broaching these subjects is a little, how shall we say…awkward.  On a scale of one to “Grandma asking you what’s new in sex,” this was moving along on the wrong side of the awkward line really fast.

My aunt: “You know, people in Hong Kong line up for those Victoria’s Secret catalogs.  It’s crazy!”

My brain: “Doo doo doo, just eating soup.  Yup, just eating soup.”

Aunt’s friend: “Yeah, it’s better than reading Playboy, isn’t it? Haha!”

My brain: “LALALA JUST EATING SOUP LALALALA.”

My aunt: “You know, I saw the fattest woman trying on a bra in one of those Victoria’s Secret stores? It wasn’t nice to see at all.”

My brain: “Oh great, like I needed THAT image when eating dinner.  Never mind, think about something else.  Uhh…the Canucks! Bleh, too depressing.  Okay, uh, how do I fix that bug? No that’s work, you’ll have time for that tomorrow.  Ah, screw it, just zone out into the chicken.”

Bah, I need to sleep.  I better not dream about fat people.