... will you then be called to do 23 straight the next week ( Read more... )

Thanks to my roommate for helping me with the math, but I figured out last night that between last Saturday morning (starting just after midnight) and this past Friday night (ending at midnight), I worked 96 hours. Yes, 96.

In case you're misreading, let me clarify: I'm NOT bragging.

I'm yelling at myself: just what kind of fool are you ( Read more... )

I have a purple pansy on my cube wall.

Macadamia Crusted Yellowtail Snapper with Pina Colada Sauce, a fine Sauvignon Blanc, and a grand spectacular view of the sun setting from Key Largo. Add a sleeveless shirt in Janaury. Very nice.

So today just after my training session, the guy in charge of the whole shindig takes me into his office to tell me essentially how bad I sucked. I felt like I had been called to the Principal's office. Powerpoint is all they need; forget this product demo stuff. They don't need it, and you just basically wasted their precious time. I'm in ( Read more... )

I am not the person you come to when you just want to get something done. I am the person you come to when you want to get it done right. I will make you the best cup of coffee you have ever had, but you'll have to wait until it's ready. I can't do you a 7-11 refill here. And if it's not a good cup of coffee, I'm going to throw it out and start ( Read more... )

I have now put in a 40 hour work week--and it's only Monday!

Many, many years ago, my yearbook students were sitting around waiting for the printers, so they started typing their names into Internet search engines. A few minutes later, I heard those shrieking giggles characteristic of high school girls who have seen something they shouldn't have seen. Turns out they typed my name in, and with a 98% hit, ( Read more... )

... I am still confused about why Eric Clapton ran off and got married without having met ME yet.

... would you rather lose a Saturday lying around bed catatonic and crying? Or in the office for nineteen straight hours slaving?

Next weekend, folks, is mine. Well, after I land in Dulles at 9:00 and drive back home or wherever I go. But Saturday and Sunday? All mine.

( interactive quiz follows )