Can Tuesdays become Mondays?

Yes, yes Virgina they sure as shootin' can... let 'splain - and I'm not going to sum up ;-)

First I overslept got a late start and still sat in traffic. Fun - and there wasn't any blinky lights or smushed metal to look at. Frankly I think the little boys in cars slow down to watch the construction equipment working on the side of the road - but that is just me. I'm in the truck behind them chewing my steering wheel wondering how to get my hands on a ray-gun to blast their poky backsides out of my way!

Then I get in and discover I have been "selected" to gather data for the upcoming audit... KILL ME NOW... why do you ask? Because I will have to rely upon the good folks in the deep south - who routinely do not answer the phone when they see a certain Northern Va area code...

Now my nice long weekend is being eaten away... possible may have to call in on Monday... that would suck. I have fielded questions assured our deputy manager that yes indeed there is A LOT of freaking work to be done before now and August 10th or whatever the deadline date is.. they said it I am still processing this... groan.

And what am I going to do with testing when I have to get back on a plane to the deep south? I'm trying hard not to think about it...

Now on the upside - I needed a piece of technology - figured it would take 5 years to get it - it took a few hours... it's on my desk. Amazing. Which also means i don't have an excuse.

Oh and did I mention the woman running this show - she doesn't like me much. I will be drinking at work - I think that goes without saying. They sell wine and beer at the local box store - savior of all things crazy.

So raise your glasses to another audit in my world, the need to pull artifacts out of a certain orifice of my personal person, and the nagging, bribing, and out and out fights that are going to be my working life for the next 3 weeks.

Signed - yours in drunken splendor... Aunt Ing.