Counting the Hours ...

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Doing a little better this morning. I didn't finish the billing files *or* the elecdel cleanup program last night. I couldn't even find any shoes I liked. But I did get Matt and Erin's gift and various sundry toys at the mall. Whoever invented the styrofoam peanut should have his coffin filled with them so they can travel with him to the next world. The box my receiver came in was full of them and that means the conference room is now full of them. And my receiver weighs approximately the same as a Volvo, so I must hunt for a suitable stand to support this monster. But the sound it will generate could bring a grown man to tears.

I have tons of stuff to write about, but absolutely no time. Ah, well. In a little over 24 hours, my weekend will start as I trek to Maryland to see the Fabulous Girl of Snide. Even though it's been a short work week, I'm ready for it to be over already. Looking forward the brief visit on my way to Delaware.

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Where's one of those cloves when you need one? Sigh. What a day. Three folks IMed me at once to tell me that Carolina beat the Maple Leafs last night and are going to the Playoffs. Yes, I know Carolina doesn't even have ice. I think my comments to Bossman were "shut up." So much to do and never enough time in the day. I was supposed to finish the billing files days ago for one site (again ... still) and re-write the code for the electronic delivery cleanup program. Those might happen tonight. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably only one of them will get done and it will probably be the one that is less important but more fun.

Genie: Fucking Ms. Fuckhead on phone now. Genie: fuck her. and her "development suggestions" Bossman: what is her problem now? Bossman: mad about the RTFM email I sent her? Genie: I hate her. Genie: hate Genie: her Genie: I can't think of someone I've talked to recently who I hate more than her. Genie: whom Genie: dammit Bossman: hehe - now she's even screwing up your grammer Genie: grammar Bossman: I know. Did that on pourpouse. Genie: bah to you. Genie: hate her.

I think I might just go buy shoes instead. Big angry shoes with spikey heels and tight thin straps.