The manager emailed Friday afternoon about my feature not
working under certain workload. It was the eve of the beta
release of our software product. This was an emergency but
he couldn't call as I never gave him my phone number ;-) It
was almost 9:00pm when I saw his email. We debugged online
for about three hours and I told them I had to go to bed.
These days, sleep has become the No. 1 priority as I learn
more everyday from Matthew Walker's book. I am a very slow
and steady reader and so far have finished one third. But I
am convinced that sleep is where most human magic starts
and lacking it the root of many disasters. (Sleep is not sexy
and people keep looking for other reasons to rationalize
events and conditions in their lives, unfortunately.)
It was a restless night as I couldn't relax my frontalis
muscles to take the mind off the software problem. I felt
responsible for team-mates more than the stigma
to my reputation as a programmer.
Saturday afternoon, we narrowed down to a commit (not
mine) that caused the problem. As we high-five'ed each other
over the Internet, the boss joked I would have a better sleep
tonight. I returned that this could have been a great chance
to try to sleep well especically if things hadn't worked out.
(I know I'm probably not there yet.)
I ran for about 25min afterward and it felt fantastic to
sweat under the sun as I hadn't run for months. The big toe
injury still bothered me a bit. I napped early evening and
slumbered from 9:30pm to 6:00am.
Thank you, my Lord!
