I'm trying to convince myself that no, I may not leave early, even if they keep postponing an actual release of this system I'm documenting. They're still going to want the training like three seconds after it is finally released, and they're going to be looking at me.

Or I could go home and nap.

Shrift's work day is mine. We opened a new building. Things weren't quite ready and didn't quite work, and my boss deserved killin' 'cause her way of dealing with stress is to make the lives of those around her miserable.

The building's pretty, though.

Things weren't quite ready and didn't quite work

and nobody could possibly have predicted that! t bitter

I vote nap.

I'm getting pinged by my sister, my mother, multiple coworkers, even more clients, and somebody's Outlook Express just stopped recognizing his personal folders, so mentally I'm huddling under the bed.

I'm getting pinged by my sister

Oh, right! Is it this weekend that's zero hour, or next?

Note for Hec's file: shrift's similes get extra weird when she's angry.

Duly noted. Mine get vicious and specific.

I got my hot and my cheese. Not quality, but Costco cheese pizza will do in a pinch.

Is it this weekend that's zero hour, or next?

Next, but this weekend we caravan to pick up our dresses.

Duly noted. Mine get vicious and specific.

Normally I think mine do, too. But today I am scatterbrained and beseiged.

Next, but this weekend we caravan to pick up our dresses.

Oy. Godspeed.

My husband concurs that I should go home.

You know how some people can make anything look like a chore? I just watched a co-worker take a sip of her drink like it was the hardest thing in the world to do, but she was oh so very brave to try. If only that applied to burping, farting, spraying food and long personal phone calls. It'd at least be a start.