I am the figurative old-fashioned father pacing around in the maternity ward, waiting for good news. Iāve just put something live.
Itās something I suggested. If my name was Jim Hacker, Sir Humphrey would be telling me Iād made a āvery courageous decisionā.
Itās replacing an existing process which builds orders. Weāve tested the shit out of it. We ran 1100 orders on old and new systems and did parity checks across 42k lines, writing tools to go line by line, field by field, and make sure things were the same.
I am as much salesman as coder, so with some justification, Iāve talked this up a bit and made a rod for my own back if it falls short of the qualified expectations I set. The justification is that itās about 6x faster than the old routine and doesnāt chew other things up.
Iāve had one piece of news, which was āgoing well so farā. I continue to pace in that make-believe maternity ward.
Might be able to do a deep fake of that crap new George Clooney film on Netflix over the weekend & save the human race by telling the ISS to bugger off or something.
Fvck just popping out for a smoke is freezing
in our flat āweā picked colours for a few rooms. They are all fine. Iām happy with them. My partner thinks one of the colours isnāt quite right. He is far more exacting and detailed than I am.
