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digitaldiscipline
digitaldisciplineIn sharp contrast to the goodness that was last Friday, today has pretty much stunk from the word go.
Walk in early to a voice mail from Fearless Leader - "I'm going to be late, throw yourself on my nine o'clock grenade." Okay, fine, done. I am in and out in record time, leaving a drift of disseminated handouts in my wake, to have my shit sufficiently together for my eleven o'clock grenade.
Head Sales Wench [HSW hereinafter] is prone to last-second demands, and tried playing that card twice this week, then had to bail from the meeting early. I apparently get 30 minutes of her time later this afternoon to go over the necessary edits to the new product rollout course.
As a result of the foregoing, topped off with what may have been an innocently-intended but snarky-sounding suggestion from Fearless Leader, I came within a hairsbreadth of showing red to Number Two Honcho over something trivial and stupid. [I sent an apologetic email, because both times I've tried to stop in to say something, other people were present.]
K is home from work sick, my parents are apparently traipsing around Ybor, and I'm trying like hell not to come down with the local variant of the plague. Scruffy is for the chin, not the inside of the throat. kthxbi.
TBBC has been floated for a late dinner. Between that and my 3pm grenade being pulled back to next week sometime, that's all that's going for today.
Even Utilikilt Friday isn't perking me up.
Walk in early to a voice mail from Fearless Leader - "I'm going to be late, throw yourself on my nine o'clock grenade." Okay, fine, done. I am in and out in record time, leaving a drift of disseminated handouts in my wake, to have my shit sufficiently together for my eleven o'clock grenade.
Head Sales Wench [HSW hereinafter] is prone to last-second demands, and tried playing that card twice this week, then had to bail from the meeting early. I apparently get 30 minutes of her time later this afternoon to go over the necessary edits to the new product rollout course.
As a result of the foregoing, topped off with what may have been an innocently-intended but snarky-sounding suggestion from Fearless Leader, I came within a hairsbreadth of showing red to Number Two Honcho over something trivial and stupid. [I sent an apologetic email, because both times I've tried to stop in to say something, other people were present.]
K is home from work sick, my parents are apparently traipsing around Ybor, and I'm trying like hell not to come down with the local variant of the plague. Scruffy is for the chin, not the inside of the throat. kthxbi.
TBBC has been floated for a late dinner. Between that and my 3pm grenade being pulled back to next week sometime, that's all that's going for today.
Even Utilikilt Friday isn't perking me up.
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I mean... I have 50 hours of work to do before 12am Monday, but 3 hours isn't going to make a difference.
Tonight, we \V/_(0.0)_\V/
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*leer*
Tell miss K to get well soon! *chicken soup mojo*
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she's home, and i hope she's taking a nap atm.
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*leers some more*
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Damn...
You had to go remind me that there are handsome men wandering around South Florida in kilts...
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*sigh* There's no good eye candy here- the closest I've got is a vaguely metrosexual guy down the hall who has pretty good hair.
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FWIW, even if the day sucked, the story is highly amusing. I just love your usage of the language. 9 O'clock grenade, indeed.
Hope your weekend shapes up better than your Friedday.
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Tell your parents to hook me up with some cuban cigars if they come across it in Ybor. I think your dad owes me after the two Partagas 150s I gave him =8-)
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