You know what, the hardest things to write about are the times when I mess up. I find myself pointing to just about everything else, anything other than myself in fact: circumstances, people, tiredness, television, society, work, the government, the media, my Dad's lemony soup, the presenters on The One Show or even the good old British weather.
It wasn't any of those things that miscalculated a translation request though. It was me. I just wasn't thinking. I've spent the morning so far, picking over the numbers, trying to work out a way to sort it out.
"Well, we are where we are," said the Chief Architect. He's taking a pragmatic approach to the situation rather than shouting at me, which is great. It's just that I've heard that statement, 'we are where we are' before. It always comes with a sigh and a look of dismay in the eyes as if to say, I'm not cross, I'm just very disappointed.
Yeah, me too.
To be honest I think I'd pick cross over disappointed. Crossness is horrible but it doesn't last long - it's like a thunderstorm: a few lightning bolts, a lot of rumbling and crashing and it's over. Disappointment is the fine rain that sets in in October; it's the pervading gloom of a damp wintry day and the grim greyness of an overcast sky. It is drizzle.
But even drizzle doesn't last forever. Today the sky is rolling with gigantic fluffy clouds, puffing through a blue Spring sky. The air's fresh and clear and the trees are lit by weak sunshine - it's rather like being inside a Monet. There's always hope around the corner.
I did mess up. I messed up by 10,000 words and jeopardised the whole release cycle. But it would be another mistake to go on wallowing about it - like pouring water over yourself when you're already out in the rain: you might not get any wetter but you certainly won't get any dryer either.
Anyway, time for lunch. Would you believe it: at the exact moment I wrote that, it started hailing outside. Good job I've got my umbrella.
Always carry an umbrella. It's great for drizzle.
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