I keep telling myself
I fixed a bunch of DSpace things today that I hadn’t realized I broke, and a couple other things that were broken by others besides me. One bug (this one not mine—I think) I didn’t have the heart to test my latest fix for, partly because the Other Thing claimed a lot of my time and energy today. (It’s turning out to be one of those Things that gets further from resolution every time something purports to resolve it. Sigh. And if I don’t handle it right, that’ll haunt me for years, so I really have to handle it right.)
I keep telling myself that fixing bugs is part of learning the system. I keep telling myself that my work will transfer over to the production server with almost no hassle. I keep telling myself that if the boss can talk about “fixing things until they break” and have a sense of humor about it, I’m all right.
Eh, but sometimes I can’t hear what I keep telling myself.