Thank God Its Thursday Night

Well, I almost killed a couple coworkers I really care about today. Being a perpetual miracle worker has its disadvantages, let me tell you. When your sales staff (and management) become accustomed to "if I can sell it, Jim can make it" and when there is no concern for deadlines or the fact that, maybe I was already SO FREAKING BUSY WITH MY REGULAR STACK OF CRAP I MAY NOT GET TO GO HOME, there are just . . . well . . . you know . . . Just those days when . . . hearing "Hey, you're the best" just really doesn't fix things, you dig?

Well, today was SO one of those days I could puke. My chest was pounding by the time I even made it to my office, because I had already heard voice mail and received multiple emails regarding the CLUSTERFUCK I was walking into. Then on the busiest day I have had in weeks I am faced with an hour and half of MANDATORY training (on software we won't be using for another six months) in the middle of my day. So then after I get back from training and am listening to my voicemails of all the people wondering if I dropped dead or had actually taken hostages to the roof of the building, I find out that the main piece I had been working on was completely sold and presented to the customer and myself in the wrong format, and that I would have to scrap the original layout and start from scratch, including make a new template to start off of.

This was in addition to my usual Thursday (busiest day of the week) work. Anyway, once my Director realized I was about to blow (my freakishly large cartoon head, right off my body) he started making calls and got our deadline pushed out until Monday, which at least eased up today. Then I elected to bring a little work home because it didn't have to final tonight. So I made it, at least through my hellish Thursday. Thank God it's Thursday Night. Patio Barbeque Pork and Chili, some television, maybe ONE beer. All is good . . .

Till tomorrow anyway.