The best I can hope is that it's in the recruiter's interest for your husband to make bank, so let's trust them.

I am taking most of tomorrow off, but not getting out hugely early, since I need to take an 11am call.

It was just a test of my boss stepping back of sweating the details--we're over budget on my current project because of a bug in someone else's software, and he's freaking out. Manager is telling him to wait until I get back, and we'll talk to the vendor, but it's not panic time now. He's visibly restraining himself from exploding with me in the room, but he's not allowed to. He's been kept apprised, and his direct report is telling him she'll handle it.

Me, I'm grabbing my pretty ornament from Michaels (the price tag is still on, and I'm honestly surprised someone spent 9 bucks on me without taking credit) and RUNNING LIKE THE WIND.

OMG, Cashmere. Good on you.

I mean, normally people just swear at me or threaten legal action, but this week someone literally described me as a life ruiner. And that wasn't even the achievement that I unlocked! It was just personally satisfying.

Yikes, shrift.

Ack, Dana. I hope something good comes through.

Last song heard = "Rope on Fire." Heh.

Cashmere, I had to do something similar for a friend's father. It was hugely distressing.

I think this week is just a poopy week.

This week is definitely bullshit. I'm hoping it's so next week can be smooth sailing into the holiday.

Hey, is *anyone* still winning the Little Drummer Boy game at this point? If so, I envy the hell out of you.

I think I am.

(The game is not to hear it, right? I have lost the Patapan game, though.)

Me too, unless you count all the earworms from around here.