The last straw occurred when untested, uncommitted code was taken from my machine, made to work, and put into production with an email detailing the things I’d done wrong. …In code I’d said wasn’t ready or tested… Don’t get me wrong: there were plenty of other straws over the last few months. I wanted to be free at the end of last quarter (Thanksgiving), but felt it would economically unwise for me to do so. I’m feeling stronger now, and so I’ll be free at the end of 2006, barring any contractual problems. Down to two jobs, very soon now, which is fine by me. Except… what am I going…

Saturday night, Dre (Andrea) hosted up a nice sex toy company-sponsored party that I attended. Hilariously enough, I think I was the most knowledgeable there, although it was my first time seeing certain kinds of vibrators in person (ones with rotating beads and swiveling heads). I disapproved of some of the products being sold–muscle relaxants, vaginal tighteners, and desensitizers–but out of safety concerns. The rest of the stuff was pretty cool. Anyway, the party was a blast; Dre seemed worried at the small turnout, but I thought it was great, and her sister was a trip. There was that moment, though… that moment where someone was telling a story or…