April 8th, 2013

Tiara

I just don't deserve them

I found out today that my test team guys had put a workflow into Jira so that test cases are being "automatically" reviewed as a part of the release preparation process.

Now, this still requires actual people looking at things, but rather than having a meeting or two to review the prep work, it's being done as test cases are written, and per the feedback I have, the work of reviewing is actually helping people in the team learn and improve as well as actually finding improvements that need to be made in the coverage.

What kind of blows me away about this is that I proposed we start doing test case review fairly recently, and you kind of expect people to moan and groan and go OH THAT'S TOO HARD. But instead, they've chosen to embed it, because, I think, they realize this is, really, best practice, even if it adds a bit of overhead.

I just ... I feel humbled. How did I ever get such a good team of people working for me? It makes me feel every time I fight for doing things right for the company, every time I stick my neck out for them, I am, a hundred times over, standing up for the right things and for the right people.

Anyway, heads back down again, and lunch soon.
Morpheus

Crazy dream about my dad

Every time I dream about my dad it gets to absolutely massive levels of surreality.

So. For some reason I am in Kansas, shopping at Walmart with J's mom. We decide to "run by the farm" to visit my dad. We get there: he is living in a property across the street from Great Grandma's house, and I will not be allowed in because he's having surgery done. It turns out this is surgery to fix a burst abdominal wall, which he has been dealing with for months by wearing a saran-wrap girdle that makes him look more bloated than ever. He tries to tell me there's nothing wrong, really, but when I look in the back yard I see a tribe of pygmy Sikh warriors doing drills. Their leader comes up to my dad and tells him, "No worries, we have arranged the sale of the property so your bills will all be paid."

So, basically, my dad was selling the farm to pay for some surgery he could have easily avoided if he'd taken care of his health, all while trying to act like he wasn't having any kind of problems. It's typical of the family in many ways, really.

Also, I keep wanting to do brave things, and then J distracts me with offers to do other things that sound really fun to me but are probably much less stressful. He must have my best interests in mind but some little part of me would really like to see him hanging out with his friends instead of avoiding them, but at least he can't say it's because I'm not willing to hang out with them! (And I wouldn't imagine they'd written him to tell him to keep me away from them, I'm not that paranoid. Usually.)