Where do I begin?

I think with a quote from my favorite Chick-flick to Thursday August 12th I say "You are a pig from hell". Allow me to elaborate on the day that was yesterday...

BIG thunder and lightening storm about 6:30 AM... yeah. Got up - did what you have to do when you hear a great amount of rushing water above your head, checked outside and went back to sleep. After all why rush? Traffic is screwed and I really don't want to be in the shower with all that lightening about - really.

Storm over about 45 minutes later - we're up and moving the usual morning routine started until..... we hit the laundry room - with it's door to the outside - has 2 INCHES OF WATER and it soaked into the carpet hallway, the bathroom.... OMG what a freaking mess.

I get the dogs out I go running back upstairs to get Bubba has he has chosen this moment in time to ignore the screaming from the laundry room. I basically drag him out of the shower - no he wasn't wet yet - and we both go rushing back down stairs pulling every towel, absorbent thing we own onto the carpet the floor cripes what a mess.

Dodged a bullet that the water didn't drip down onto a) my books and b) the heat pump.

The water did however make it to the laundry room, into the bathroom, the hallway, and into my office and as we all make the sign of the cross, didn't short out the power bar that had the computer, the brand new monitor and all the extras that go along with a home computer system.

So, called work, said I was going to be late - had this been a regular work day I would have called in and said not coming in and dealt with the problem. But no this has to be the week that we're in the middle of software testing, new test crew, new location (home vs Alabama) and the boss is in town.... Bubba has to go in to deal with severance packages of the folks who were laid off Wednesday night... oh what fun.

OK so an hour later, we have sopped, wiped, rung out, rinse, repeat, then we did the grape stomping dance on towels on the carpet. Now I will say after Bubba cleared the debris from the drain outside the door - (the source of the issue) you could tell from his body language and movements he gave thought to leaving the clean up to me... oh no no no - as I tossed towels in his hands and barked orders I guess he figured he wasn't going anywhere...

We set up a fan to blow, set all those wet towels, mop etc in the sink next to the washer we went to shower, and get to work. Of course with the weather traffic was a NIGHTMARE.

Talked to Dad about sopping up the rest, finally got to work, and into a bigger muck, testing, documentation, getting the young buck attitude in check, trying to talk down my counterpart who was having her own attitude issues, and flame mail from Alabama, life in general. Now toss in the boss wanting this that and the other... including reports on testing, possible deadlines for the NEXT release of software updating my yearly objectives for mid-year review and another discussion of flame mail.... THEN...

Bubba calls, "Hey hon - guess what?" (holy mother of god - now what?) He tells me.

"I'm on the lay off list too.... BUT - they want me to stick around for another month and move all the stuff back to Washington State, but that means at least 2 trips before I'm done. Plus they will pay the severance package and a bonus for sticking around." Groovy.

So now Bubba's job is on the countdown clock, plus he's doing the work for 5 people where previously it was only 3...

At this point of my day all I want to do is put my head down and forget the outside world. I got lunch at 2 PM, at it at my desk while pointing clicking and verifying test code. By 6:00 PM I was still at work and wondering why... but I finished my day. Happily discovered that we'd completed the first pass of verifying test results and may only have to work Saturday instead of Saturday AND Sunday. Wha-whoo... I was taking small victories where I could get them...

THEN... I got home.

Carpet is still wet - as if I expected anything different, the "aroma" of sopping wet towels, rags and blankets was overwhelming and as it was now 8:00 PM Bubba was of course not home yet, I wanted some kind of dinner - so I tossed noodles his way, we ate, we tore up carpets, clamped things up to dry, moved padding, some it hanging from my shower curtain, others are taped to handles to dry, carpet pieces are clamped to door frames, and moved computer desks to dry....

Its a look.

I did get all the towels etc. washed last night and only one load didn't make it to the dryer. So I've got one load left to dry. Amazing what it did for the "aroma" in the family room. Now it smells like Clorox Clean up with bleach - as mold is not your friend.

We dropped into our spots in front of the TV and I was fighting sleep 5 minutes later.

15 minutes later we went to bed, and the next thing I knew - the day from hell was over - and I was faced with another day. (thank you Big Guy)

Now the cherry on the sundae of pulling up carpets and dealing with the rest? Bubba hands me this wet gross piece of carpet padding and tells me to hang it somewhere. Now I won't exactly say at this point of my day where THAT idea was headed but let us say that there was a filter pause - then the brain went oh wait - he's serious then 'we' had the idea of where we could indeed put this piece of padding. So I hauled it upstairs, and tossed it over the shower curtain.

Now in that 3 seconds of filtering and thinking, Bubba in his always patient and loving way made the following statement "get moving! Yeesh why didn't you get some of your mother's genes? She's does everything and you do nothing." And yet he lives. Mainly because he said My mother ... had it been his - Gigs would have gotten a phone call. Because remember boys and girls, friends will kept your secrets - best friends will help you bury the body.

And I do nothing, except work the kind of schedule he usually works this week in a job that is increasing stressful, I have 2 times the commute he does, manage to feed him, the dogs, do 3 loads of laundry, AND help him with carpet pulling and tacking. Nothing - yeah that's got me written all over it. Butthead.

So Friday - we're facing finishing test data review, attitudes and NOW the boss says - we may have to do this all over again next week. Why? Because other companies who contribute to the other parts software are having trouble with the new upgraded operating system - we are not. "They" say we have to fix things (as in go back an OS version) - and we have to as well.

So, new/old OS means - new delivery and all new testing to make sure we work on the new/old OS doesn't break the new software. If Bubba had a job I'd give serious thought to dumping this one.

Check back or monitor the 11 o'clock news - you won't need the blog then.