Hey, that mental image was the first time I've laughed all day!

Yeah, I'm all right. Just fucking tired of moving, and things going wrong -- basically, my engine wasn't getting into gear, I tried what my mechanic said, engine said no, and started making strange noises and I tried to make it home and 1/2 mile from home, POW oil just JETTING from the car and I'm in the left hand turn lane of a busy intersection at noon.

So no excitement, but I hope I was dressed cuter and looked more bad ass than I did, calling the insurance company for a tow in an orange hoodie and a skirt.

And after cleaning and moving MORE stuff (Still Not Done, Kill Me Fucking Now) we get an email from our realtor than closing will be pushed back.

And we're broke. And I'mm out of sleep and anxiety meds.

So. Tired.

Have reintroduced the Whiteboard of Lists to get my boss on track. Seems to be working somewhat as he's finally advertising for our seasonal position. Then forced him inadvertently to do seasonally appropriate work by starting a project too big for just myself an hour before the end of my day. I got scolded for it, but I didn't give a hoot. I would have worked late to finish it if he hadn't butted in, and his nonsense about coordinating is just that, as he's made it very clear that teamwork is not his thing. So, new agenda is to make gigantic messes that even he can't ignore. I'm growing as a person, I can feel it.

Growing horns, maybe. And a tail, and cloven hooves. So maybe not as a person. But growing.

You guys, I just had the best dinner. Pulled pork out of the freezer, freshly-made cole slaw, and 75% off Easter candy for dessert!

Going back to significantly earlier to say I'm sorry so many of hated stats. Because stats is awesome!

Signed, guy who spent about 4 hours today writing a Google Spreadsheet to do detailed regression analysis on imported data for AP Stats

I didn't punch anyone in the throat today but I am cc-ing the boss every time I answer one of his useless emails. My assistant is amused.

I've been the answerer (?) to a mass email with a deadline response, because the top two dogs haven't responded. Twice I've responded with my own perspective hoping it would prompt a correction from the ruling authorities, or a confirmation. Nothing. And if I hadn't responded, there'd have been no response. I'm embarrassed by my superiors. Our colleague is emailing us on her vacation to confirm this shit. Please have the decency to respond. It wasn't hard -even I could do it!

It took 10 hrs (just today *) with all of us sitting around a conference table on our laptops, but by god, we got single-sign-on installed.

Of course, we went live at COB, so the real waves of users trying to use it will happen tomorrow.

* countless hours were also spent this weekend and past week, just migrating data.

I'm completely fried. At some point, I declared that if we ever did X again, I'm leading the mutiny. To which my boss replied "You're always leading the mutiny. OH! You've been complaining about the limitations of the old system since you got here. So technically, this is all your fault." At which point I was pelted with grapes.

We're all kinda worn out. I'm pretty sure our civility & harassment committees would have frowned on much of our conduct today...

Pelt the civility and harrassment committees with grapes. Sour grapes.

Strix...Man, I'm sorry. Hoping hard things get a little easier for you. Shrift, feel better.

Y'all are good people. Good things should happen and bad things should stay far, far away. So say we all.

Scola, from way back, do you develop your own film? Or are there still places that do that?

Congrats, Sara!

Glad that's behind you, sarameg! And I hope it is really and truly behind you.

I have filed my taxes. Over 48 hours to spare! Ooh, better cross that off the To Do List.

I have also eaten more of one of those bacon-wrapped pizzas than is probably good for me. Yum. Should be excellent for breakfast tomorrow, too.