A Vortex vortex would be awesome, though; a perfect storm of boobs, booze and snark.
Ethan Rayne ,'Potential'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Didn't you hear? It's a pollen vortex. All the things that would have normally pollinated earlier are doing it now, all at the same time.
OH GOOD G-D NO.
At the end of our 2 hour emergency status/triage meeting that started at 9:30 this morning, my boss looks at me and just says "How is it only Wednesday?" and my head developer flopped on the floor. He's not a flopper. He's a yeller and thrower. But that pretty much sums up how this week is going.
The good news is, I continued to display my comprehensive understanding of all the moving parts in the system and how they interact and diagnosed and temporarily halted the problem that had cropped up overnight until the dev people could fix the bug. And was proven right in saying a different issue was a non-issue (and in fact by design.)
However, I was also annoyed that I had to pull a stand-up-from-my-chair-teacher-voice EVERYONE NEEDS TO STOP TALKING AND FOCUS. OK? OK. These are the issues we've resolved and need to table... etc.
On the one hand, god knows I secretly love putting on my bossy-hat and taking over the meeting that way. My inner tyrant was cackling with glee. On the other, I'd started it perfectly civilized, but then people started talking all over each other (god I hate webex sometimes- it makes it worse) and me. Mainly me, which...yeah, don't do that. Ever. I get everyone is fried and wired up, but no.
I need to remember this next time I'm feeling particularly incompetent and useless at work. And when we do my performance appraisal discussion. Because I know one of the things to come up is me taking on more leadership roles.
BUT DEAR GOD THIS WEEK.
Write it all down now while it's fresh, sarameg.
Oh, right, I can haz egg cream (Burrell mentioning cold beer reminded me. I don't understand how my mind works sometimes, but when it gives me "have an egg cream" as output, who cares?) Mixing things up a bit with caramel instead of chocolate tonight. Delish.
I could really go for an egg cream right now.
I'll scan one, you print it out.
Oops, that wasn't caramel, it was hazelnut.
Cold beer helped, but not enough. All I want now is to bathe in some form or another, clean my dressing, and go to bed.
Oops, that wasn't caramel, it was hazelnut.
That's one of those grumblebrag or whatever it's called. Egad that sounds good.
Aaand, I forgot my nephews birthday was today. I thought it was this weekend. He's 7. I suck.