Well, that's inevitable, of course.

I want to do synchronized swiveling!!

Instead, I told my coworker I wanted to write a paragraph about a thing she's working on, and she handed me a three-page draft summary AND A BOOK FOR REFERENCE. Um, OK. The five-minute conversation we just had will actually do me fine.

Lee wins at working from the office today!

I am a sloth today, I think I should go out and buy hair color. I need to redo my hair before school starts up again.

Thanks, chrismg.

The result of the men's 200m made me cry. I figure that's not spoilery.

We are starting the budget process here. It involves people from many areas getting figures and the figures being fed into a powerpoint that I have to prepare for 18 different plants. And it seems people change templates, and add slides and screw things up in numbers of ways right up to the last second, including walking into presentations with their own flashdrives of different data.

I would like a form for them to fill out on a web interface that feeds a locked down database that feeds the powerpoint, but that doesn't exist.

Then what I want is a schedule that will show me what I need to do step by step with auto-generated dates that are backed out by a formula when we plug in the presentation dates. That doesn't exist either. I am building one for myself, but since this is my first year doing it, it will be wrong.

I thought it said Synchronized Sniveling.

Ugh msbelle, are you tasked with making sure everyone's numbers make sense?

btw, my nails are now holographic blue. It is happy-making.

And in regards to the race, FUCK YEAH, JA. FUCK YEAH.

It's kinda weird. I hear people being asked "So, what do you want to work on?" Nobody asks me that. Why don't they? I want to be able to say "No, not that." That would be cool.

Once upon a time, there was a Business Analyst. Her name was ita ! She got put on a project, and she was majorly out of her depth. She floundered and floundered and couldn't get traction, and eventually they put another BA on too, and things started looking up. In fact, ita ! was very impressed by this BA--he was very business savvy, as well as technically adept, and his learning curve was much less jagged than hers had been.

And then he delegated something to her, and shit just blew up. She thought she was doing just fine, and he disagreed. Complaints went up and down, but eventually she got to a chunk of the project that was precisely her thing, and she tied it up neatly, and delivered it with a smile. The new BA was grumpy, but she'd delivered, so there was nothing to complain about, other than "she didn't do it my way, though..."

And ita ! left the project, and the world kept turning. This impressive BA went on to be given the reins to another project that ita ! didn't know much about, but apparently things didn't go that smoothly. Stuff happens--stuff has happened to ita ! after all, right?

Today, someone is grumbling to ita ! (who is prostrating herself for forgiveness for an error that went into production on her watch) that said BA is difficult to work with, and that he got his ass handed to numerous times on the project he was handling solo, and it was handed to him not by a director (like had happened to ita !) but by multiple senior vice presidents.

Oh.

That's not even schadenfreude. We are so good. Him being mad at me last year is *so* history. I have no idea how I would have weathered the flensing he received. No freaking clue. Good lord. I'm shivering just thinking about it. But everyone's nice to him now.