Chapter 2: the grind and the refined - Fish and Babka

It's Friday at the end of a long week that included two 5am wake up calls and the pressure is mounting. At this point, if this was one of those cliche movies, I'd turn to alcohol or other drugs, but I simply don't have the time, energy or inclination for it. One of the projects I'm working on is being seen as very important to the company, which means I'll be extra fucked for every mistake and doubly ignored for every success.

There's so much to manage and drive in this project that there's barely any time for the actual testing. I can't say I feel comfortable with any of it, but with these crazy schedules and deadlines I don't see how I can avoid compromising on things. I'm already compromising my sleep and weekend, but what if it's not enough? What if someone else could do a better job? I seem to spend too much time and effort on small fires (that are certainly part of the big picture, but still), that I wonder what I'm missing.

Today's title is a reference to an incident from last night. I was trying to make baked potatoes in the microwave (as I was tired and didn't have patience for the stove). I put the potatoes in a plastic container and switched the microwave on. When I opened the door a few minutes earlier I've discovered a tribute to a modern art work of melting green plastic (and potatoes). Fortunately, I baked the fish in the oven and still had the babka from Zabar's, so I didn't starve. It still leaves the question of what's for supper tonight...