Blurgle.

I feel like crap. I hope I'm not fighting off the flu. But it doesn't really matter, as I have to show up at work through next week even if they wheel in my coffin. Between the department wank (like an SCA peerage wank, but less productive), a new deal we bought yesterday that accounting doesn't know how to handle, a Treasury auction, and 5% of my funds maturing Tuesday...

The most insightful statement made in the department wank yesterday:

"As long as you're here, you'll get it in the back end."

Truer words were never spoken.
What the hell am I doing posting? I have work to do.

What I'm reading: William Dietz, Runner

Turgid Drama... Offsite!

I'm not even supposed to be here today.

By which I mean that I'm supposed to be at an offsite department meeting. However, I got called back into the office halfway through by three separate accountants, all panicking about different issues. So I drove back, where I await (hopefully) resolution of those.

That's not the turgid drama, though.

The turgid drama is... that I left my Blistex on the table there.
Twice. Two separate tubes. On successive days.

I am a spreadsheet GOD!

Okay, not really. But I forced myself to do the Mists Q4 report tonight...

It only took half an hour, and it balanced on the first try!
I'm not going to attempt the Domesday tonight - I'm quitting while I'm ahead.