The crappy part of the evening: having the guy that holds the purse strings for my group at work tell me that he didn't put automation on the prioritization list for this sprint (two week work period) because he doesn't see how it's going to improve his chances of getting this product delivered on time, then badgering me in front of about 16 people (via a video phone!) for exact numbers about when automation pays for itself. I got so angry that people were consoling me after the meeting. And apparently one of the developers made a bet about how angry I was on a scale of 1 to 10 with my boss, and he won it.
I hate it when work makes me feel like drinking. All I had tonight was half a shot of Campari, though, and it was pretty nasty. Night, all.
