So, Like, Totally, Dude.

I feel myself shifting into boing boing boing, OCD, crazy, rushed mood. The party is next weekend and I have a ton of shit to do. I also have homework to do. Tonight I bought a new bookcase for all of our books. Too many freaking books!

Today at work, I had a meeting with a difficult PM I'm working with. When I say difficult, I mean really. He's a nice guy, but a bit of a spaz. He's totally technical, which is cool, but about a year and a half ago, he was placed in a PM role. Wrong move dudes. He needs to go back to the tech side. He's always in such a rush that he never stops to listen or give the correct information. My meeting with him today consisted of him spending an hour getting a spreadsheet, that he had already sent me, right. I told him the data was corrupt. He argued with me for 20 minutes about it, then realized that the data was corrupt. WHEN I TELL YOU THE DATA IS CORRUPT, THAT PROBABLY MEANS THE DATA IS CORRUPT. That's what I wanted to scream to him. Tomorrow I'm really looking forward to our follow-up meeting. NOT. I'm going to have to explain PM 101 to him, again, for the umpteenth time. Can someone throw me a bone, please?

One more thing. SISTER! I am begging you. BEGGING. Please come help me next week when you roll into town. I need your assistance cooking and cleaning. I mean, not real cleaning, but you know...cleaning after the cleaning lady cleans because she's supposed to come on Thursday. Anyway, please! Please! Please! Throw me a bone!

That is all.