Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Imagine my surprise, this morning, after I had hauled myself across Leamington, when I learnt that I was be going to be testing golf.

It’s not that golf is a terrible game, it’s just that 16 hours of it last time really made me glad to see the back of it. Admittedly, now it’s a lot more built up and a lot more working, but still…

Golf…

I later realised the truth: That I was in purgatory and was condemned to test golf until my sins were purged.

Not that I let my perceptions affect my work, though. I tested, by god I tested good. I picked out bugs, I confirmed that older ones had been squashed good and proper, and so help me, I combed through Sony’s ridiculous Technical Requirements Criteria document, so specific and anal in its terminology that I swear there exists somewhere at Sony’s HQ a Technical Requirements Critera Criteria document.

The day went pretty fast, as the first one usually does, when testing. About midway through tomorrow, I expect I’ll hit a wall where my immediate usefulness is at an end and it becomes hard to contribute in any meaningful way. Still, if nothing else, one thought keeps me going - This work, such that it is actually gaming, is paying for my new Monitor. My shiny top of the range Iiyama 17″ which waits patiently for me back in Oxford, free from green tint.

After work, I went to Nan’s for dinner, then to Dad’s to sort out his PC quickly, and then came back home to play MSN games against Si and Nikki. Just now, I’m about ready for sleep, I don’t think I’ll last much past midnight. I’m currently unsure when I’ll be going home, it might be Wednesday, it might be Thursday, it might be as late as Friday, though I doubt that. It depends, really, on whether the weather gets as bad as people keep predicting it will.