Apparently, in my previous life:

I was a whore.
I killed and ate babies.
I tortured people for hours with bamboo sticks under their nails and rusty nails in their feet.

Either that, or God just really, really, really hates me.

A lot.

Boss? Crazy.

Job? Insane.

The desire to quit? Overwhelming.

Vodka? Ahhh, the clarity.

The coworker and I celebrated the soft launch of our latest website by spending three hours at the bar. There were martinis, vodka on the rocks and lemon drop shots—oh, and we did have some nachos… just to balance it out. Mind you, the tab only came to around $20… the waiter adores the coworker, and therefore inordinately undercharged us.

It was a long day, to say the least. And honestly, I think what got us through it was a) the wonderful, fabulous, on-the-spot IT department, and b) the knowledge that we would be drinking on the boss’ tab. Which we did. Quite well.

All in all, the day was quite insane. However, we finally (both of us) came out and told the second-in-charge (kinda) that we were thinking of leaving. I think she was a little surprised, but not much… she promised to make it better and handle the Boss. Apparently he is driving them insane as well, and they are hoping to get him out to see clients more often—lots of traveling for him is always, always better for us.

Still, we are polishing the resumes and eyeing the job market—after all, it never hurts to know all your options.

I am sitting in a meeting… he is standing in front of me and we are looking at information using a projector.

He and I just got into it again. He wants changes on a fucking website that we are supposed to launch Monday. And I am trying to explain that the programmers will need time to change things and he says, “You have to understand how to manage. You’re in charge. They have to get it done by Monday.”

Hi people… it’s fucking 11:30 on a Thursday! There are corruption files with the site already, so the programmers are scrambling to fix that (mind you, these programmers are in a different state—lucky bastards—and they work for the CMS that we don’t even fucking pay for) and it takes TIME to write new programming info and they don’t work on weekends. Hello?!

So then I try to explain this, and he says (getting all heated), “You shouldn’t worry about your personal relationship with [name of one guy].”

I replie, “That has nothing to do with anything. This is a programming thing that TAKES TIME. And I’m not even dealing with [that guy], I’m dealing with [head programmer guy].”

So he said, “I don’t care if it’s with [insert first guy name, second guy name, and five other random names]. They have to get it done. If they say “No,” you have to call me immediately and I will call their boss and it WILL GET DONE.”

I replied, “It’s not that they tell me ‘No,’ it’s that there is a time factor. AND, the real problem is that every. single. time. they try to get stuff done RIGHT NOW, it ends up breaking and causing problems. We don’t want that. We need it to work right the first time.”

His response?

“No, we need to start making money.”

I. FUCKING. HATE. MY. BOSS.

This, btw, is one of those “I will not cry” days. Also known as, “I will get to have a cigarette and a large glass of vodka when this is over.”

It’s been an icky day. The coworker is out sick—possibly with strep, which means I might get that—and I get very, very lonely all by myself.

Oh, and then I fought with my mother… she’s having a bad day, too. Eh. Bum monkeys.

I’m getting some liquid joy now.

OK, normally I won’t write about what’s going on in the news, even though it fascinates me to no end. However, this is important and hardly anyone is talking about it.

The new Vice President of Sudan, John Garang, died in a helicopter crash yesterday. Why is this important you ask? Because this is the guy who signed a peace deal that ended 21 years of civil war—he is a hero to his country and his death is detrimental to the political atmosphere of Sudan.

More information…. the BBC has the best coverage and the Boston Globe has barely any, but the Washington Post is pretty good.

Sometimes life can kick you in the ass. You’re having a good day, or you had a good weekend, and then the shit hits the fan and badaboom.. there you go.

My boss? Crazy. Other people? Crazy.

And I am trying to not let this get me down.

So I will now show some pics of the good times from the weekend…

There were excellent meals.

Made by the three of us.

Then we went to a beautiful beach

Followed by the giant martini glass filled with the good stuff.

And it is these pictures that remind me that life, with all its ups and downs, is still good.

So sad, the guest has left… and he also missed his flight, lol, but he got on another one about 45 minutes later. Poor guest. 🙁 LOL

Sadly, I must work now, but I promise the pics will be up soon. There are some doozies….

You know how some times you just have a really obnoxious day? The kind of day you didn’t expect to be bad, but ended up that way just the same? Y’know, your morning is going relatively well, but then a series of minute events compound to form a giant migraine?

I just had that kind of day.

The gas company won’t come until tomorrow—so I started the day with a cold shower.

I still haven’t managed to go to the grocery store, but it doesn’t matter because my kitchen is still packed—so I started the day without my toast.

I had no cash—so I started the day at the ATM in order to get my coffee.

My coworker wasn’t at work when I got there—so the air conditioner wasn’t on yet and it was hot and nasty muggy.. at 9 a.m.

A new hire at our main office needed my help for a couple of hours—so I was delayed getting the issue started.

My coworker had a bad weekend—so we had a bad Monday.

We found more problems on one of our sites—so we had a bad Monday.

It was hot and muggy and rainy and cloudy—so we had a bad Monday.

Did I mention… we had a bad Monday?

Do you know how much stuff people accumulate? Stupid stuff—knicknacks, trinkets and an abnormal amount of kitchen accoutrement—anyone need a fondue pot or a set of martini glasses (I have three… they were gifts. So what does that say about me…?)?

This morning I realized that I needed to contact my landlord… but I surprisingly did not have her number. No matter, that’s what whitepages.com is for—although my mother informed me that getting cable and internet access the hour I moved in, and not getting my landlord’s number, was quite telling about my priorities… hehehe. 😉

As it turns out, I should’ve checked to see if my stove was working… why, you ask? Because the hot water heater is neither broken or turned off. No, it’s the gas. So I have to call the gas company tomorrow to turn it back on.. until then, cold showers. Argh.

Other than that, the only other obnoxiousness is that the air conditioner is not installed yet. Sigh. Oh well.. at least I haven’t broken anything this morning, unlike the guest who emailed me this picture…

With this subject line: “My life sucks today because..” And this picture caption: “She’s gonna be pissed”

Subsequent emails have uncovered… the guest hates soap scum. LOL

“There was some soap scum I couldn’t get to, so I lifted the glass out to clean it. It just shattered in my hands.”

Ah, good times…

It’s 10:30… I’ve been up for 15 hours, packing, moving, going up and down lots of stairs, unpacking… it’s very, very sad. And my feet hurt… my hand too, because I’m a bit of a klutz and I cut it. I despise moving. And July.

Oh, and just for kicks.. I just now realized the hot water heater is turned off and I want to take a shower…. 🙁

It hasn’t been the greatest day ever. And it doesn’t look like tomorrow will make the books either. Stupid July.