||[Jun. 18th, 2009|02:28 pm]
It's Thursday. I ran out of patience to deal with the stupid early this morning. I have been caught in the deluge three times today. Only to get inside, dry off and look outside to see sunshine. Yesterday a bird pooped on my head. Only I didn't realize it until I was halfway to work, driving and I looked in the rearview mirror and thought "what's that in my hair?" and put my hand there...and then had to drive all of the way to work with PoopHand, because the handiwipes were on the passenger side and I pulled over to get to them only to find out they had dried out. |
Percy has made a PooShoe several times this week and I think that if I have to wash his bedding, ours, and spot shampoo the carpets one more time, as soon as I get home, I may euthanize him just by looking at him. The bills I mailed out two weeks ago, just in time, went out without stamps. Our systems here at work have decided to hate me -- although I submitted all of the pricing correctly and ontime, several showed up late, not at all, or in the wrong place. No, seriously, when your IT person says "What is it with your stuff -- it's like the system is picking on you." you start to get paranoid.
On the other hand, next week, I get to set several different kinds of glass votive candle cups alight and then try to knock them over to see if they'll spill and light a tablecloth on fire. Ah, small pleasures.
My internal editor has taken a short week. No, it's bad, even for me.
A meeting where I'm presenting contract strategy to my boss and his boss, the VP. And when talking about deadlines, my boss semi-jokingly says "Well, define LATE". And the VP says "What are you, Bill Clinton? Late is late. Next you'll be wanting a cigar."
And I said "Hey, don't look at me, I don't even OWN a blue dress."
On the other hand, after the slightly uncomfortable laughter and red faces ended, my strategy was approved and signed off on...