Alas, after a mostly good day of work and cool promo things and nice reviews and so on… I forgot that Mr. Kat is on call for the next 7 days. Which means a lot of being awakened at 1, 2, 4, 5, and 7 a.m. (which is when the computer systems always get a little silly down at Ye Olde NOC) and things being interrupted by the clarion call of the pager (which sounds like either: “SOS” in morse on an old hand-key; or some kind of xylophone gone totally insane and having it off with a set of steel Venetian blinds in a Dumpster, depending on just how bad it is.)
Don’t plan on having sex or going to the movies when your significant other is on-call. Don’t bake bread either.
The pizza worked out OK, though.