I have now e-mailed all the people. Can I go back to bed now?

Aha. I think this is it: Situational Leadership. I'll have to read more detail, but a skim of the premise seems similar.

The silent developer has responded to my "What did you accomplish yesterday?" email, but I'm really hesitant about actually reading it. I'm convinced it will be a rationale for not having done what we'd planned out for the day. Please prove me wrong...

I am more than a bit disingenuous about never remembering this skirt is too short until I get to the office.

Those photos are all so wonderful. Kids had to linger over them this morning.

Ugh ita, I would be so fucking frustrated if I were you. I mean, my charges act like that but they are kids so a certain amount of coddling is to be expected. I do not want to coddle grown-ups.

Yeah...he just came back to tell me there are, like, a thousand records for May 10th.

I think we're closer now, though. He seemed to leave with the word "last" on his lips. I hope it makes it all the way to his desk.

Dear place I go for lunch once or twice a week for the past three years and who used to not fuck shit up,

1 - I can taste the difference between Diet Coke and root beer, so please just pour me a new soda without a long discussion over who poured the root beer and why.

2 - Pickles and cucumbers are not interchangeable. I ordered pickles.

3 - OMG WHY IS THERE NO CHIPOTLE MAYO ON THIS SANDWICH. SERIOUSLY THIS IS A CRIME AGAINST SANDWICHES HERE.

I had a meeting I was supposed to call into this morning at 10. They sent revised call-in instructions at 9:59. Then they hung up on me.

My boss rocks - she went to the same place for lunch and brought me back a side of the chipotle mayo. LUNCH IS SAVED.

Thanks for the duvet affirmation! I wasn't seriously upset -- more just bemused by how long the process took.

Every time I shop for a duvet cover, I usually end up super frustrated and shouting "WHY IS THIS SO DIFFICULT?!" at someone.

Aha. I think this is it: Situational Leadership.

Thanks! Very interesting.

He seemed to leave with the word "last" on his lips. I hope it makes it all the way to his desk.

Write it on a Post-It note and hand it to him. Stick it to the front of his shirt.

After scolding me for not knowing how to do something (that is not my job) and asking me "What's wrong with you lately? You're forgetting how to do everything!" (um, what?), my boss did the thing I needed done herself, and then she went home. Turned out it was messed up and I had to get someone else to fix it. And yes, I copied her on all those emails. If she'd left me the hell alone, it would have been done two hours ago and I wouldn't still be at work. grrr

Husband has decided to go to the funeral. I'm glad. And now I'm looking for his tickets.