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   last workday of the 1900s
Tuesday, December 21 1999
As an indication of the insecurities and rivalries amongst the developers at work, here's what the erstwhile VP of System Architecture sent in response to a library-building initiative undertaken by Eric, our most industrious web developer.

Please ignore all previous messages sent by Eric about standard libraries. We now have a committee in place to approve such asp standards. These libraries have not yet been approved.


Eric the web developer, without his new BMW.

Today was developer Dave's 25th birthday, so a group of fellow developers went out to lunch with him at an Italian place in the Gaslamp district.
Later in the day, a company tradition that had put to rest a little less than a year ago experienced something of a revival just in time for Dave's birthday. The tradition involves unexpectedly dumping all sorts of slime, muck, gunk and rotten food all over a person on his birthday. Poor Dave; my last birthday happened during the period when the tradition still lay dormant.


Dave just after a pleasant lunch at an Italian place in the Gaslamp District.


Dave after the traditional company celebration of his birthday this afternoon. Karin the over-involved membersupport queen is in the background, as is an unknown Oracle contractor.

It was my last workday of the 1900s, and I split as soon after 6pm as I could. Under the new QA rules, none of my three ripe web development projects could go live tonight anyway. Thankfully, there's now a 5pm cutoff on product releases.

Rory, our wandering friend from England, appeared on our doorstep at about 10:30 tonight, just after we'd gone to bed. He'll be here a few days as a stop on his route back into Mexico.

When I'm living comfortably, I usually wake up at about 10:30am Eastern Time every morning. I still do, but in California that's early enough to make it to work at an aggressive internet startup.

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