Turns out it's serious. There will be surgery. Prognosis is pretty good but it is certainly not what she wanted for Christmas. No word on when yet; they are still enticing surgeons by gently crumpling large-denomination bills in front of them. "Ooo, is that James Madison I hear? Salmon P. Chase? Ooooo, thazza good cardiac surgeon! Sit up, now, sit up and schedule an OR and you'll get a treat! Nice li'l Grover Cleveland treat!" They're less hungry around the holidays, alas.
Oh -- and I lost my temper at my boss's boss, who called me at the hospital and stupid me, in "family trouble" mode, I answered without checking the number and tripped right into "solve problem" before I caught myself. Smooooooth all 'round, especially since the question was mooted by the client. This on a project my end of which (the most hardware-intensive part) has been in place and working for a month -- but a peer did some deceptive things with his portion of it and left on vacation having stuck us with a system we all thought worked, but didn't. (It was tested. He faked his part). Interestingly, this meant everyone else on the project was to blame, even the one who has been away from it for a week and a half on another deadlined, high-visibility project (yep, me), literally miles away. There was very grim talk about our poor work ethic and I ended up putting in more OT hours than I can admit to, reverse-engineering workarounds for a problem I did not create, having to cut short time with my Mom in the hospital -- because I have such a bad, bad attitude. Why, I'm just about a Bolshevik.
When I get it to the printers, please buy my book. :)
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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