Sunday, July 16, 2006


Talk about your freakouts! Man. I can't think of the last time I felt like I did tonight.

I've been working on a website for a client; the site is supposed to be handed over tomorrow. It's written in .jsp, which I don't really know, but I can fake it for the main part of the site. There were some backend apps, though, that I couldn't write, and an admin tool for updating the info. We hired a programmer to do those parts freelance, and he's been working nights and weekends to get it finished for us, since he also has a day job.

Tonight he asked me if I could do something on the site, and then he took off to run an errand. I made my change, and then was uploading the file to the server. I went to the website to refresh the page and see how my change looked, but it wasn't there. I refreshed a couple of times, then checked the server, and discovered that I had uploaded the wrong file, and had accidentally overwritten something else.

And when I went back to the site, the admin tool was totally broken.

Bob said he didn't think he'd ever heard me use such bad language, or so many in a row, or for so long a period. I couldn't sit still; I got up and paced, and pulled my hair, and Pyewacket ran up and bit my ankles. For some reason, it upsets her when I'm upset -- she's done it before. Bob had to put her in the bathroom, because I couldn't settle down. I just thought, oh my God, oh my God, what am I going to do?? I knew he could fix it, but would he have to stay up all night to do it?

I was just frantic.

I tried to sit down and knit, but my hands were shaking too bad.

So I just sat in front of the computer and waited for him to come back. When he did, it turned out that he did have a backup, but more importantly, I hadn't done anything at all. The file I had overwritten was unimportant, an old template. The site was broken because of a bug that just coincidentally happened at the same time that I was uploading my file. When Bob came in while I was talking to the programmer, he said I looked demented. I said I was trying to decide if I was going to cry from relief.

What an adrenaline rush. My God.

And on top of a week that's been more or less all frenzy, all the time.

I'm going to bed now.

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Joanna said...

Wow. I hope you got some rest last night. Yikes. And...hugs...

Willa said...

I know I over reacted, but it was awful. I stayed up 'til about midnight, but yeah, once I got to sleep, I slept like the dead. :)

Liora said...

Sounds like someone has earned a nice glass of wine before bed. After this comment I'm going to have to see if you still keep a dream journal. I bet it'd be amazing to read over the last few weeks.

Robyn said...

I'm sorry, but it absolutely cracks me up that Pye gets upset when you get upset and bites you. That made me laugh out loud. :)

My cat tries to soothe me when I'm upset - purrs and rubs on me - and it's kind of annoying!

Willa said...

Thanks a lot. ;)

It really is pretty funny. Bob tries to get me to run around and squeal just so she'll do it. I don't know what it is that upsets her, whether it's the running around or the noise, but whatever it is, she definitely wants me to stop!