I'm having flashbacks to "Little House in the Big Woods," when they have their pig butchering party.

So, who gets the pig's tail?

Oh, thank goodness -- I just realized that a project that needs just a couple of hours more work is actually a postmark deadline of Monday, not a receipt deadline of Monday. All is saved!

And by "all," I mean, all the people I am about to stab, which is pretty much everyone at this point on a Friday after a long week.

Or play with the bladder ball?!

So there was this huge problem we identified oh, about 4 months ago. And we concluded it was a problem. And now it looks like maybe it isn't a problem afterall, at least not in the cases we thought it was. Doesn't explain the problem that made us think it would be a problem (which is still a problem,) though. So I have a lot of egg on my face, and I am not sure how it got there.

I have over 2" of invoices on my desk that no one will sign off on so they can't go in for payment. I have another 2" or so on someone else's desk waiting for them to sign off, but even if they came and did that posthaste, I could not get them in for payment because my boss ignored my email asking permission to stamp them in his absence. No one gets paid today.

No one gets paid today.

Ouch.

So I have a lot of egg on my face, and I am not sure how it got there.

Ugh.

Our senior staff is in an all-day meeting on Monday, so I plan to have plenty of time to take care of my own stuff. Maybe I will even clean out my in-box! That is usually my Friday afternoon task, but I have a million deadlines just now (mostly met).

The pig is coming pre-butchered and frozen, which is the only way I could handle it. It's just a question of sharing out the packages reasonably fairly.

The pig is coming pre-butchered and frozen, which is the only way I could handle it.

And here I was, picturing you with a sharpie, drawing on a live pig with the butcher waiting behind you....

I don't really have a political opinion about fertility woman, but the thought of having eight babies at once is making me clench private things.

I'm happy to judge people. As my sister once said living in Florida, "I stand by anyone's right to wear a thong on the beach, but don't think I won't judge you on it if you walk into my office the next day for an interview."

For those asking about e-filing, I did free e-file a week ago and my refund is already sitting in my bank account. I'm never mailing again if I can help it.

ION, vicodin is quite amazing.

Other topic: this NYT article [link] is getting a lot of play on Jezebel and Gawker and stuff. But an NPR blogger wonders if it's fake? [link] I dunno, I feel like I;ve observed some girls when I worked at the Looniversity who were genuinely that shallow and crazy. NYistas, ring true?