You know your life sucks when your to do list (what, you don't have one?) has the word "ridiculous" in the heading. I have since added "entirely attainable" as a sub-head, but since I'm deceiving myself it's entirely transparent that it's bullshit. What's funny, is it's not the 80% of my day that has me in a tizzy but the other 20%. I am BLESSED...really, seriously...with an amazing Client group that I and my equally amazing team support. They, collectively, are the only reason I get out of bed in the morning. Yes, I love them ALL that much. It's the rest, the crap on the fringe (or the "fuzz" as I described it to my equally angry and frustrated team member) that makes me want to slam through the glass windows of my third floor office. Not killing myself of course, but injuring to the point of required hospitalization. And guaranteed Lortab. But I float on. Why? Because in general, it's not that awful. I just have an ext...

My head, that is. Ladies and gentlemen, we have started our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full and upright locked position. Physically I was literally across the map last week, when that Paula Deen bitch took my first class seat, but I am now grounded in one location as my head explores many--at one time. You know an outlet is needed when your significant other masters the art of relevant replying to incessant questions and comments and you believe they hear you. And care. I'm crazy busy at work. Always, this time of year. Tis' the season. Incredibly, people who work with me (outside of my team and the client) can't comprehend why. Answer: Because I do my job--the way it's supposed to be done. So, loads of stress and late nights working. They actually shut the lights out on me tonight. At first I had visions of being attacked in the parking lot. Then, I thought, wow, that would get me out of conference calls tomorrow. Sad, I ...