Let's say you were allowed to borrow an industrial robot. Of course, you'd take it to the desert and have it throw bowling balls at an RV, right? Flaming bowling balls....

Sure, Joe, Aimee will let you do this...

She'll have a great view sitting between her twin great danes.

On the back of her camel.

next time you're in town, I'll have a dinner party.

scurries to find reasons to get back to D.C.

If only they'd predicted the soul patch!

I've got to get me one of those antenna hats. Did the guy also coin "Plexiglass" or was the name around already?

Don't want to go to work. Am potentially walking in to a shit storm. But I don't know that because no one will fucking return my phone calls.

Seriously, yo. When you pull someone in to a project at the last minute, and right before a holiday weekend, it'd be nice if you would fucking tell them what's going on and what you need from them, rather than leave them hanging for a day and a half.

I got dragged into this at 9 am yesterday. They're presenting to the client on Tuesday. We're off on Monday. So when, after umpteen calls and emails you inform me that the team is meeting at 2 pm Friday - yeah, fuck that. And, as it happens, I'm driving my sister to the airport at that time. Which none of them actually knows yet since they won't fucking talk to me. God knows how this is all going to play out.

Regardless, I really need to get off my ass and get in to the shower.

I got dragged into this at 9 am yesterday. They're presenting to the client on Tuesday.

they are cluelessly insane. how uncool Brenda.

My coffee didn't attack me this morning!

My coffee didn't attack me this morning!

That's a relief. I was worried we'd read that it took a utility knife and degloved you. It's like Starbucks was selling a Tim Minear roast.

Ugh, brenda! Although, when I first read your post, I thought you got dragged into the project at 9 last night, which would have been way worse! So, that's something.

Christ, I have no interest in working today. And I was all set to deal with a filing project today (necessary and easy on the brane!), but the other key person called in sick. Bleh.

I think my coffee knew that a) it was so cold outside that I'd welcome the burn, and b) I actually brought painkillers with me today in preparation.

It's waiting for my attention to waver, and then it will strike again. Like a cat lurking under the Christmas tree.

So remember that discussion about robots and cats?

One of mine (cats) set off the roomba while I was in the shower.