I just had a PM set up a meeting with me to introduce me to the BA on the project.

Uh, I am the BA on the project. I checked with my boss. I'm still the BA on the project. Oh, the one that's going to write the requirements document. This requirements document? Yeah, he'll write that one. But...I already wrote it.

Fuck that noise. I actually put my head down on my desk during a conference call and I'm home now and my head is killing me.

Jesse, my favorite variant of that is having a PM call me fussing about having to fill in something I sent when it would take less time to just fill in the information. Grrrr, quit fussing and trying to throw your muscle around. I'm trying to make your job easier, dude.

Oh yeah. This is why I'm terrible at delegating pieces of things.

I'm still waiting for My Nemesis to answer the email I sent her Tuesday about the project with the mysteriously-changing boundaries.

At what point can I bring in the heavy weapons? Oh, wait, I don't have any. ::sigh::

Oh Cash, that's awful and infuriating. How hard for your parents. But I would say that any tenant requiring me to barricade myself in my bedroom has violated his lease agreement and I no longer "have" to house him because he pays rent. Sheesh. And it sounds like something my mom would do, stop calling me because I'm upset. No, you want to talk to her because you're upset!

Also, all the Buffistas' coworkers need to behave themselves.

Also also, totally re: the pumpkin. Why is that? I always end up with cans of pumpkin in my pantry because I overbuy worrying about the percentages. And then I always end up just making more pie anyway.

In other news; I grocered, overspent, took stuff back, bought some of it anyway, and now it's thundering so I can't go for my walk. But I guess I'm glad it didn't storm while I was doing errands? Oh, and I accidentally brought the SO a bowl of salsa for his lunch. (It was supposed to be chili.) It's not my day to brane, apparently.

Ugh -- S. went to the store, and since Ginger had reminded me, I told him to look for pumpkin, since there's supposed to be another shortage. And none! I wanted to start stocking up!

And he knows where to look, too -- he does 99% of the shopping.

Thanks, again. You guys hit the nail on the head. My folks think this is their burden to bear and are going to martyr themselves, given the chance. My sisters live nearby and can keep an eye on the situation. My folks will call the police if he gets violent again but I wish they could be more proactive instead of living in crisis management mode.

In short--mental illness sucks ass.

It really does, Cash. Go wild at derby tonight.

Okay, I can't afford this dress but I sort of love it. Except ... it would look shapeless in a bad way on anyone who's not a stick, right?

I think it looks shapeless in a bad way on that model, but I think it might be OK on an apple?

In short--mental illness sucks ass.

Yes. Also, I totally feel you on parents not wanting to lean on their kids. Oy.

Wondering how crazy it would be to combine a Lorazapam with a 5 Hour Energy shot. I'm trying so hard to not panic but I need to be ready for a 3-5 hour karate belt test.

I would do something like that, but sometimes I'm not smart.

That dress looks too big for the model.