gigamatic

if i didnt steel myself and mentally prep to "fight the fight" here every day, I swear I would go nucking futs. This week is horrible. More horrible stress-wise than ANY other in recent times.

I blame the color. The days taken off for painting and moving shit. The days I've spent over and over running reports, when I should've been working on new projects.

Nala's younger, more western-euro cousin just walked by in the hall... You can see the Polish, but you can also see something else, whichever area my grandmother's family came from. The deeper-set eyes, etc. It's a high traffic day, since they still didnt finish the tile in the hallway, and now everyone has to walk around. AAArgh.

And, I'm running on something like 3 hours sleep. Which makes me a grumpy futhermocker. I'm this close to telling Crotch Grabbing Guy to go ... well ... just go.

I dont ask for figures unless I need them. And I ask politely and then get the response "Oh that was forever ago" -- yes, I know, but I need them. I dont care how long ago, I just need to know a date and a number. Now look thru your damn email archives and give it to me, jerkface. My boss asked for it, I need your help, he told me to ask you for it. So give it to me or shut up and leave!