I was correct in predicting today would be info-chasing. I'm in the middle of a web chat with a vendor's support line, trying to find out from them when on Sunday morning (midnight window again) they're doing our change. I tried to chase down our people to find out exactly what to do, and I tried asking for permission, and I tried asking for forgiveness (telling him I was just going to do it), and neither worked--I ended up getting someone else to ask, since he wasn't really reading my emails.
The vendor tells me at 5pm that they need official approval to execute the Sunday change, when I've been asking them "Next step? Next step?" since 11. Five o'clock on a Friday is not when you tell me you need executive involvement. So I'm not breaking a sweat about that.
And! My boss doesn't think this is supposed to happen this weekend anyway, so I'm officially going to turn off the giving a fuck machine for the weekend. I just...I don't care enough today...this week. I had an argument with my sleep doctor who wanted me to not take sleep meds at least one school night a week. I told her that if I can't sleep a halfway decent night's sleep, I can't work the next day, and forget the pain I'll be in--I can't afford the sick days. "But only skipping taking meds on the weekend won't work as well!" "I would prefer to have a job so I can afford to pay for the medication." "What happens when they stop working entirely?" "Well, I will have managed to squeeze out a couple more months of paycheques."