I'm not quite as tired as I thought I would be today. Yesterday I got to beat people up. With weapons. Which was fun, except for the parts where I now have bruises.

Coming back to work after a holiday is always bad. Just one day off shouldn't be. With emphasis on the shouldn't. By By 12 o'clock I'd restarted my computer three times, the server twice, crashed my terminal server session twice, crashed someone else's terminal server session once and spent an hour with a colleague trying to work out why he and my boss had decided something was wrong with some data on a project of mine.

We eventually established that it was right the first time. Sadly, my boss was away so we couldn't ask him and he was the person with all the facts. The person who gets to liaise with the client didn't want to go back to them and tell them their corrected data is wrong. I told him what I thought about the data (sadly I mean that literally) and he wanted to go with the new set. He's a whole lot higher up than me so I decided doing what he said would hopefully stop me getting any flack.

It wasn't helped by finding out my boss had been on the phone to the company chairman (that sentence should be the other way round really) and I so didn't want him phoning me asking me what was going on.

On the plus side, my boss is back tomorrow so there'll be a whole load of things that will suddenly be his problem.

It was actually the same client making my life difficult in the afternoon. I have to write a database for people doing the research to enter into, rather than using questionnaires on bits of paper, as we usually do. This has to be finished and tested by Wednesday morning. I had two new versions of the questionnaire when I got in this morning and got another version late this afternoon. I just know that sometime on Wednesday they'll want to change it again.

My brain just can't take any more. I'm going to go and watch the Blunkett thing I taped on Thursday and see if the weather was good enough to tape Monkeys with sound this time.