I'm still fairly astounded that on Monday last week, I was in a panic about not having any work to do. Within a few hours, I got a ton dumped on me. And then I got more throughout the week. Then I found out that the guy with whom I share all the workload from a single client was going to be out all of this week. Then I got more work dumped on me.
On Monday, I was about ready to put my fist through a wall or a computer through the window. I'm only now just catching my breath. But hey -- today, I left work after just eight hours! It's a ... miracle of some sort. Unfortunately, while the days fly by and I'm left wondering where the fucking time went at like, 5:30, this week feels like it's dragging. Actually, that's been the case for a while now. I like it, but I don't. I mean, how is it only Wednesday?
The worst part is, I've been so busy, I've not been able to give more than a random thought to the beer-tasting party coming up on Saturday. Saturday! What kind of beer am I going to get? When will I get this fucking dump cleaned up? How am I going to assemble the perfect playlist for this party? What the fuck food am I going to feed these lovely people? Okay, I've given a tiny thought to that -- I'm for sure making bacon-wrapped bratwurst. Yeah, you read that right.
Meh. I'm sure it will all work out in the end. If not, lots of new potential friends will think I'm an asshole. Best they find out early.