The Misunderstanding of My Work

The Misunderstanding of My Work

Yo, mortals, what's up?

So this weekend has been a little interesting so far; I got my pescription glasses at last. I bought a kitten calendar. Work-wise, it turns out that I don't listen;

so we use a thing called JIRA to assign tasks and track progress across our course. Once tasks have been assigned, e-mails are sent out to appropriate individuals. Friday night I receieve e-mails telling me I have tasks, so I look through these tasks, and find one I think I can be bothered to do on a Friday evening. I do the work, and submit it for validation by our group's manager.

The group manager then hits me up on Skype and tells me that I'm not supposed to do work yet, as the sprint the work was intended for hasn't started yet. Still, the work should count and can be used in our project.

If you're wondering why that's the topic of this blog, it's the most interesting work-related thing that's happened to me since the last one.

If you prefer, I could tell you about my glasses?

So, I'm short-sighted. Have been for a while. I've always assumed it's because I do very little but sit at my desk all day and look at various screens, but apparently there is no solid evidence linking short-sightedness with screens or reading (as non-sensical as it seems). Anyway, for the past few years, everything more than three feet in front of my face has had an artistic element of blur. Until today, when I got my glasses. You see, I'm no ordinary teenager; when I put my glasses on, I have the power of... actually pretty standard vision. That's the only unusual thing about me, even though it's pretty damn normal.

Oh, that and whenever I eat bananas, I turn into a mediocre superhero in a blue and yellow costume. But nobody cares about that, and it's easy enough for me to just not eat bananas, so all is well.

Anyway, the call of DragonBall Z is becoming too strong, and I must stop trying to multitask these things. Praise the Emperor!