The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

New!Boss Lady (at 9AM): You need to get this massive pile of data together today, and have it in a format ready to send up the chain of command by 2PM.

Fu-Master (at 9:30AM): I need you to come to this four hour meeting that starts at 10AM to talk about something that doesn't really need to be talked about, because the person in question has already cleared it. Oh, and how about throwing in some completely unrelated issues that aren't going to be impacted by this server that's going away next month? How about that?

Me: Um, no. Sorry, can't. Besides that, there's no need to, because nothing is changing, and the security folks on base have already approved the stuff that is changing.

I hate my job this week, and half the people I work with aren't even here.

Yay! I won a free copy of Samurai (SAMURAI! GUNS! WHORES!) Gun V1 from ADV, signed by Illich "my voice is sexier than god" Guardiola. Which still feels like cheating, since I heard his voice in the trailer before the game started.

I guess this week isn't a total loss.

[EDIT] WOOHOO!! Data gathered, formatted, and sent for review...to Fu-Master, who hasn't been involved with this extrordinarily confusing effort at all, and so is now making an even greater mess of things than usual. "This isn't formatted correctly! We can't send this to anybody!" FUCK YOU!! YOU'RE INVOLVED IN THIS TO "FACT CHECK," NOT THAT YOU'D BE CAPABLE OF CHECKING THE FACT THAT YOUR ASS IS STILL ATTACHED IF YOUR LIFE DEPENDED ON IT. No, it's not formatted correctly - I was given a short deadline, then a shorter deadline to get it to you to "review." Reality check - I'm going to ignore anything you say, since you're a clueless bastard, so wasting your time trying to find nitpicky things to complain about when you don't even understand what I'm doing is a pointless waste. But wait - everything you do is a pointless waste.

Wow! That came out with a bit more vitrol than intended. Maybe I still have a bit more latent hostility built up than I thought.

[EDIT2] FUCK! Smokehouse is...out of mead. They might have a half-case of braggot, but that isn't as good. At least, in my humble opinion. Erik's going to be crushed. They'll be bottling more traditional mead in a month or so, so he'll have to make do until then.

At least the week hasn't (quite) been a total loss.