Meeting day. I dread this more than usual - apparently it was decided that we would go-live with the new project, which I'm adamantly against, since it has a less than stellar success rate. I'm the only one reporting problems though; most of the other testers have been busy blowing sunshine, so obviously it's my problem and/or something that I'm doing wrong. I just hope no one asks for my comments on the subject. I like my job, but I'm not going to lie to keep it. And truthfully, I hope for their sakes and ours that I'm wrong, that it is just me. I don't want the whole group to take a credibility hit if this thing crashes and burns the way I expect it to. But that's life, I guess. I seemed to be cursed with the role of Cassandra - I speak the truth about the future, but no one wants to hear...
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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