You Want It Bad...

You want it bad, you're going to get it bad.  Okay - today I really had my butt handed to me with business.  But I wouldn't have been so busy if Chip had been able to protect me with the quasi-mandatory b.s. that we have to deal with around here.  I don't know if Chip really knew how important this stuff is or if this was sprung on him at the last minute.

 

Now, I don't mind if my boss tells me that I have to rearrange the priorities of my tasks depending on which way the wind blows (doesn't really matter to me)...  At least I'm being told what should be important to me.  And when my priorities were rearranged at three thirty this afternoon, what I thought was, "better to hear about this now rather than at eight o'clock tonight".

 

So I busted my butt all afternoon, hardly tasted dinner in order to finish up tonight.  So tonight we had our weekly managers training seminar, and afterwards got tasked with a no-kidding, right now, must have job.  Let me tell you, the train is not coming off of its tracks if this doesn't get turned in tomorrow.  It was a little after eight o'clock, and now I'm wondering what was more important, the three thirty tasking or the eight o'clock tasking.

 

Dang!  I just realized that I forgot to pick up my laundry this afternoon.  And I didn't get to go to the gym either.  Speaking of the gym, I stepped on the scale a few days ago and was shocked at my weight.  Some guy came up and said that he thought the scale was off by seven to ten pounds.  So I grabbed enough weights to come reasonably close to how much I thought I weighed.  I zeroed out the scale and carefully put the weights on the scale...  It was off by nineteen pounds!  I even rechecked my weights and re-did my math because I thought I had made a serious mistake.  Nope.  19 pounds off.

 

Our pal, Ben, came down from Boston today for a two day visit.  Ben was supposed to come down to Kissimmee shortly after Mike and I got here.  Well, after visiting here twice, he doesn't want to come down here anymore.  Sometimes I think I'd like to go back up to Boston, but I think that's just "the grass is greener" syndrome.

 

It's not bad here.  It's just been a rough few days.