Work Sucks

So, today I have to work.

Working on the weekend sucks, especially when it starts at 6:00 AM. I am not a morning person, even if I’ve been awake all night, per usual. To compound things, I am leaving on my vacation, so I have to go straight from work to the airport, rather than mowing my grass, which was my original plan for this morning. Of course, it’s raining like crazy, so I probably just would have watched TV, but it’s the principle of the thing. And that means that when I get back 8 days from now, my grass will have had 12 days to grow, and I will need a “Brush Hog” to get through it. My lawn is so robust, I have to cut it every 3-4 days. So I can’t wait to get back, because it’s gonna be fun.

Last night I had two guests. The first one arrived about 7:00, and came over just to see the house, because she’d missed my housewarming. I gave her the tour and played the piano for her and sang (Phil Vasser Songs, FYI) until she had to leave. I hate to inflict that on anyone, but she seemed to enjoy it. Later, around 9:30, my real date arrived, and we had a fun evening. I won’t go into details in case my mother reads this entry… Hi mom! All we did was “talk!” I swear!

The ongoing saga of sleep deprivation is entering its fourth week, and I’m somewhat interested to see how much longer it takes to reach the crash stage. Hopefully it will wait until we are a bit less busy at work. We have been busier than a one-legged man at a butt kicking contest, because of a series of Incredi-F@#$ups by various and sundry parties, who will remain nameless, but include “our customers” who apparently are about as sharp as a sack of wet mice. My company created a pathetic website for customers to order our product online, but did such a crappy job, it has caused countless problems, not the least of which is that if you are foolish enough to order our product online, our web servers will take control of you PC and infect it with Herpes, which will transfer to you through your keyboard, and from there, I won’t go into detail, but you can imagine where it will end up. So don’t come crying to me when it happens to you… I warned you.

And why is it that Marketing departments always have the IQ of a retarded gnat? Are the people stupid, or is it a weird phenomenon of groupthink? My experience with marketing is that they make up a bunch of crap, pretend to do some market research, and then try to sell it to the customers, who don’t really want it. Fortunately, since marketing didn’t check with operations, it also isn’t possible to produce the product without first inventing artificial gravity. This process is known as the “Product Life Cycle” and is taught in marketing classes worldwide. I love the way “Dilbert” makes fun of marketing people… it is SO accurate.

I have nothing useful to say, because it’s 5 AM, and I am braindead. So that’s it for today.

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