• The first phone call when I got in this morning was from India. After about 7 “Hello?”s with breaking and crackling between them for good measure, someone asked me to reset their password because they got locked out. Excuse me? I look like the damn help desk? They refused to take my advice and call 800-Cant-Help. After my third time giving them the number, I put them on hold (with our Muzak playing in the background) and went to get a cup of coffee from the cafeteria.
• The cafeteria coffee machines were broken. Karma? I’m thinking maybe. But there was no one on the line when I got back, so I drank the crappy stuff out of the free coffee machine.
• After sitting on a conference call for 4 hours trying to determine what was causing freeze-ups with some of the applications (can you say leftovers from the problem with the electricity going away last week?), suddenly the clients say “No, we’re not having problems anymore. All good.” Yay for us, right? No, we didn’t do anything but sit around and try to figure out what the fuck to do next. Apparently, the rain cloud that passed overhead took the bad mojo away…or I’m really Glinda the Good Bitch … I mean Witch.
• This is the last week of regular school, then 1/2 day on Friday and Monday for final exams. (Yes, you read that right, and I don’t know….I guess a weekend between finals is good, but why not just have a day off in the middle of the week or something?) Anyway, have I mentioned that Shortman *hates* tests? Is a decent student (when he wants to be), but can’t take a test to save his life? Do you know what that does to our household? Especially when he’s also dealing with end of the year projects (and….yes, for those that wonder, he did inherit his mother’s procrastinator gene).
• My elbow is killing me. Seriously people. Can you get arthritis in one elbow? It hurts like hell and there’s no good way to hold my arm - or sleep, which brings me to…
• The cat decided to get into bed with us this morning around 4 a.m. This cat has never slept in bed with us. The dog sleeps with us (he’s a chocolate lab/daschund mix, and he sleeps between us). I got to sleep (after agonizing about Shortman’s future) about midnight, woke up about 2:00 after rolling over onto my elbow, and finally fell back to sleep around 3:30. Then - The dog wants to know why Miss Meow is joining in the family bed all of the sudden. I’m a bit sleep deprived this morning. And only had sucky coffee.
• The idiots that I work with (men, all of them - have I mentioned that?) decided that I should be the one to plan the next Manager’s dinner (we do these every quarter to catch up on things when we’re all in town). Why should I be the one when I did it last time? And the time before that? Wait. Could it be because I have breasts? Yeah, well, guess who’s picking the invite list out of their virtual butts right now? ‘Cuz if they don’t want to eat alone that night - they’ll need those names.
• It’s raining again, and has been, oh pretty much since Saturday afternoon. We went through this in April. I start growing moss after a couple of days - and not just on my north side.
• Mr. Hot has been going through Prick Man Syndrome since last Wednesday. I must have lost some of the “read my mind and do what I want you to do, because no matter what….everything I’ve done lately is wrong.

I need to drink tonight.