Excuse me a moment...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (in and)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahem, thank you. I had to get that out. I might be home but life certainly hasn't slowed down... well it kinda did. 9:00 AM this morning I left home, had a 15 minute stop off to dump the diet "doctor" and then SAT and SAT in traffic. 2 hours to get to work today and in a fit of I'm a total idiot--- got off the beltway (which was down to one lane many many miles ahead of me).

Basically ended up going all around my elbow to get to my thumb. But I was moving and it felt better. So I strolled into work very fashionably late, and I haven't stopped since.

Expense report was done by the very helpful admin so I did organize my receipts and she waved her wand and wha-la- it's done! I had to sign it with my magic password and away it went.

I have spent my day checking, rechecking, closing out, marking up and generally making sure every t is crossed and i dotted and then going back and doing it again.

THEN we had a status check call (remember across states and time zones) and found that something that was supposed to be done within 2 seconds is actually logging a time of 2 MINUTES. And for more fun... I MISSED THAT A MONTH AGO. Now in my defense I was focused on getting other pieces of the testing puzzle working, trying to figure out what she was doing when, and I just missed a major issue. I won't mention that trying to track that logged time is not a nice easy "oh here it is" it's a long @$$ list of numbers and letters with some actual English tossed in for a good time that you have to sort through on the screen - a FULL screen of this crap to find the 2 -second time difference. My week of atta boys has just hit the shredder.

Great day to start eating right. Carrots are no substitute for candy - but I am reminded again and again how crappy I felt on this trip - how much I detest airplane seats made for a size 2 - and just how tight the fat lady pants are getting.

So now I sit - the hour growing late waiting for the next status call to see how late this day might be... or how much longer Friday just got.

Ok - onto another topic --- my QB. Suspended 4-6 games. I hope that hurts the old wallet Big Boy. Perhaps that rattled brain with then stop and think before following a drunk college girl into a bathroom and have her think that is some version of romance. Idiot.

The Monitor-on-Moron (MoM) position offer still stands - think about it. You big dork.

So Stiller Nation gets to enjoy an opening month of Charlie or Bryant with a sprinkle of QB with a clip board paper cut. Yeah. What fun. What else goes on in September - perhaps I should find out. Because football is not going to be much fun. Well who knows the B team could step up and surprise us all - not counting on it.

And it's a hockey night in Pittsburgh... go boys. I am finding the less the said the better.
OH - stupid Canadians beat those CAPS! So don't want to see them in the conference final - yeesh.

That is all from work hell. Please if you're talking to the supreme deity of your choice please include me that the boss doesn't come up here and kill me for missing that 118 second difference in logging. Please?