Friday night. 8:00 p.m. I'm still at work.

We've got a site that was supposed to go live today, but for various reasons, it didn't, so now it's supposed to go up sometime over the weekend, and I'm uploading stuff, and have been for over four hours now, with no end in sight. Well, that's not exactly true--the ftp client says I have about three and a half hours left. I doubt I'll stay that long; my plan is to get most of it uploaded and checked, then leave the ftp running on some of the larger files (mpegs). Hopefully it won't bomb out on me, but I wouldn't count on it.

So I'm not exactly sure what to do.

There's one other person in the building with me--Michelle, a project manager--working on the same project who's down in the basement burning CDs. We ordered a pizza--two pizzas, actually, because when I called they said one was $15, and the second one would be $5, and while I don't normally buy into those kinds of things (really, I don't), I thought we might as well, and we can either leave it here for food over the weekend or take it home.

9:00 p.m. -- The pizza arrived at around 8:30; I heard a car pull up out front, and dashed down the stairs to be sure to get there before he decided he had the wrong place and left, then I realized that I couldn't open the front door without my keys, and had to run back up the stairs and get the keys and run back down again, just as he was banging on the door for the second time.

Neither Michelle nor I had much cash, so I had put the pizza on my debit card when I called it in, and had to sign the slip while the pizza guy waited. He looked around, curious, and said, "What is this, a computer company?" I said it was, although I'm not sure why he thought that, unless it was just from the name. The lobby doesn't look like a computer company, specifically--there's only one computer out there, the receptionists's iMac.

I took the pizzas downstairs and asked Michelle if she could stop for a few minutes, and she said she could, so we went back up to the lobby to raid the refrigerator for soft drinks and to look for plates and napkins, then took everything back downstairs and had a little impromptu picnic on one of the desks.

Then it was back upstairs to babysit WinFTP.

What a boring thing. I keep thinking I wish I had brought a book, or even a DVD to play on Eddye's (former) Mac. I doubt I could concentrate on reading anything anyway, though. I keep thinking I could just lay my head down on the desk and fall asleep for just a little while . . .

10:00 p.m. -- Michelle said she's finishing up for the night, so I'm going to turn the monitor off, and just hope that it continues to upload. I have no faith that it will, but I think I'm finished for the night. I may be back in tomorrow, I'll just have to wait and see.