With cold winter air
The end of work week brings change
To a weekend sloth.
With cold winter air
The end of work week brings change
To a weekend sloth.
Though gone for awhile
I show up time and again
Like a bad penny.
Software is made of
Technology not magics.
Reality hurts.
Thursday morning blues.
Past hump day, but still more work.
Weekends are better.
Knowledge is captured–
Here but for a fleeting time.
Whiteboard is erased.
Weekdays assault us
With much work, but Friday brings
Weekend redemption.
Beset with trouble,
I assail with great fierceness.
Solutions result.
Things that, once, did work
Fade into abject failure.
That’s how it is here.
Saint George’s Donuts,
Like a kiss from an angel,
Melt away troubles.
Test project working
But service fails to comply–
Deployment heartache.