After I spent four hours working on the stupid program today, there was a software glitch. And then I remembered that this is why Bernie & She stopped using this software--itwas unstable and Bernie had ticked off the designer and so couldn't get tech support for it any more.
I built the evaluation they needed. It's not my fault I couldn't test or launch it.
I sent Bernie & Her an email, and then went ahead and called Bernie, figuring he would need the maximum amount of time to try and figure out an alternative. Strangely enough, he didn't even shout at me, not even when I told him I could not spend the next eight hours poised to jump in and help him work in any potential "fix" he might think of.
I know it's not my fault things didn't work and I know I don't know how to fix it all. So why do I feel vaguely guilty?
It's that adult sense of responsibility you were raised with. Annoying, yes? *g*
posted by: Dail on 04.15.08 at 06:01 PM [permalink]