Utter Rubbish

So, this day gets promptly referred to my icon. 

Lemme 'splain: I come into work at 8:50am with one voice message and 7 emails waiting for me before my day even begins.   Oh joy of joys.  So, I sit down and sort through it.  Long story short , the office has been dead as a doornail for a month or so, and of course in the past week, we've got like, 10 projects that came in.  OK, fine.  No problem.  I've worked here for several years, that's just how this business goes.  I know that my main mantra will hold fast as it always does: "Things will get done...because they have to.".  Surprisingly simple, but it got me through 4 years of deadlines as an undergrad and 2 years of grad school.  

At any rate, things are hectic but ok until one of our VPs comes in and shows me that I've screwed up on these questionnaires that I sent out.  Yeah, so I typed those up last week when I was sick as a dog working from home and it looks like I used the wrong contract data to fill out this one form.  So...yeah, now because of my snafu, we've got to email the evaluators saying that we fouled up and that 4 out of the 5 forms coming back will have errors on it.  Yeah, great first impression to make.  Nice job, bonehead. So, I feel awful because of that but got the rest of the stuff that I needed to get done for this project finished ahead of schedule.  

Ugh.  I need a beer.  As in yesterday.  

For those of you on my flist who watch House, I also heard rumors that the ducklings are not returning next season?! WTF? Is this true?

You know when you have one of those days that just feels bad but you have NO idea why you're just so wound up?  Yeah, today was one of those.  I slept well, had a great night last night with one of the best cousins in the world, and as I was walking in to work today, I swear I felt like I was going psychotic...you know, like a serial killer.  I have no idea why I just had this Matrix-y intensity and desire just to go postal on a punching bag or something.  Who the hell knows.  Either way, I'm cooling off from whatever was doing whatever to my psyche.  Even tideturner told me that things were tense in his office, like this sort of tension is some sort of plague spreading throughout the US. 

Have you ever had one of those moments when you're getting all intense and you think of an exclamation from a movie that describes your state of mind...and while it fits, it just makes you giggle at the same time?  Yeah, I totally had one of those....My quote is from the 40 year old Virgin and its my subject header.  All I could think of was that little Indian man playing poker and screaming "This is bullshit of Bullshits!"  

And then I just started giggling like a manic.  So, whenever you're feeling down, just think "Bullshit of Bullshits!!" You'll feel better.  Trust me.

Either that, or think of Captain Jack Sparrow.  That also does the trick.  

Gah, I could seriously go for a beer right now.  

Last night I got into a three hour powow with my gparents about logistics for moving.  The stress involved with this project is one of the main things that I knew would send my anxiety through the roof.  I'm attempting to get all my shit outta there by the end of the month.  I'm also trying to get in touch with this one joker who's supposed to have gotten in touch with me about taking over my lease; I'd just like to know one way or the other.  Otherwise, I've got to come up with other solutions before I pay hundreds of dollars that I don't have.  I'm heading down this Saturday to get more stuff and basically finish packing up the entirety of my apartment for the movers to come the following Saturday.  God, I had forgotten how much I hated the stress of moving.  At least I'm losing some poundage from walking, stress, and life.

Work has also been INSANE today.  Constant motion.  Work yesterday sucked because I was stupid enough to pick a pair of shoes that absolutely ravaged my feet yesterday while I was commuting.  Definitely didn't take into account the 10 blocks I walk to and from work each day when I chose this pair.  Then, on top of all of that, the Metro was totally backed up b/c its so damn hot here so I ended up standing on the entire ride home in feet that were literally bleeding from the blisters.  Blech.

I then got a call from a dear friend of mine who's going through some rollercoaster emotions/stress and spent a while on the phone with him last night.  I'm telling you, the pursuit of happiness is one frightening butterfly to chase.  If you're reading this, I hope you're doing better today. 

I can't wait until the internet is up and running at the house; this sporadic checking of email and LJ while on break at work just isn't cutting it.  I'm behind on ALL of my intarwebbing time-wasting, and emailing so those cable guys better be prompt on Monday. 

Alright, that's a pisspoor update from lil old me, but I hope to have more interesting news (and perhaps my review of Superman Returns) when I have a little bit more time.  Right now I've got to run and make a dozen phone calls and eat lunch.