I printed that out and had it hanging in my cubicle

Me too, me too. Of all the body parts, that was the most applicable.

The other business analyst has signed the NDA. He's so transparently happy to be on the project, it's adorable. And I know he's not the sort of person who will be sitting bolt upright in the middle of the night with random displaced panic either.

Like he's supposed to.

A month or so ago, I tried wearing this to work, and I couldn't, because my shoulder was too sensitive. I can still feel it very clearly on my left side, and I might take it off at lunch just in case, but I have had it on for three hours instead of three minutes like last time--2 radiofrequency ablations down, and maybe still more to go. Good lord.

God, I hate that meetings never start on time. I am currently waiting to be called for a teleconference.

My goddamn meetings start on time.

That looks like an Ethiopian cross.

Annoying co-worker is an hour and a half OVER the end time for a meeting she is having AT HER DESK. We are supposed to be working on a project that she is training me on. This means that instead of showing me steps she does on this budgetting process, she will now do them at night where I am not getting trained. SHe swears she wants this off her plate, but then she does stuff like this.

The reason this meeting is going so long is that she is making the vendor go into every last option on every last item (vehicles). She is a giant control freak and for some reason sees herself as the person to make decisions that I think are way out of her role. Why the hell should she (an admin) be the one to set the vehicle standards for our sales guys? So bizarre to me that the Directors do not reign her in. Me? I don't want to make decisions, so I do not do anything unless told to, and I ask them to make these decisions.

She is a giant control freak

That's a common characteristic among annoying co-workers

OH HAI, WALL! There you are!

I have now hit the point where things are clean enough that I would have been really happy with them, like, last week. But now that they're this clean, I can see all the next layer of dirty. AND I missed my little post office's short hours, so now I have to go all the way into town, and I can't drop off my books at the honor system library.

But it's ok. Fifteen on, fifteen off. Next priority is the studio, which I can do while the bedding for the guestroom is in the dryer. Ok. Onward.

Oh, oops. Bedding for the guestroom finished drying while I was whining. Okay, guestroom next, because someone will actually be sleeping in there, unlike the studio.

Go, Liese, go!

Did you ever look at the pile of work in front of you and feel your soul wither and collapse? Yeah, that just happened.

This may be more than chocolate and vodka can fix.

Honey, I've had that happen with a pile of laundry.

Try applying loud music, combat boots and red lipstick?