redheadedleague

So how did it go? Well, actually for the company it went quite badly. The leather-clad East German auditor reamed out collective asses, mostly over her disatisfaction with our SQA department. But happily, the documentation/archival group got way scot free! Now I can safely tsk-tsk as my co-workers fret and worry... yes, I'm a bit of an evil little shit. But really, this is a...
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I'm alive - and wonder of wonders, my co-worker and I actually got recognized for getting the company's shit together. And to celebrate, alcohol and fatty foods!

in other news, the supposed tattoo session was cancelled. The guy was apparently double booking sessions. So perhaps disaster was averted... or merely postponed.

Just came off a fourteen hour day. Not much good for updating... or coherent thought, for that matter.

Sleep is good.

As if my past week at work was not awful enough (we are preparing for a major audit at work, and I haven't gotten home before 8 all week) it looks like I have to work on Sunday, too.

Funny, I didn't hear my boss mention that he would be coming in...

So when your recently homeless, addiction-prone, manic depressive ex-Satanist tattoo artist tells you that he has broken up with his girlfriend, his ulcer is acting up, and he's wondering if you have any vicodin laying around, you might think it would be a good time to re-schedule the session.

You might think that... but apparently, not everyone would (no, I don't mean me.)

You ever get the feeling that your boss is sending you e-mails that are chiefly designed to establish plausible deniability?

"Where are these records?"

"Um, we have never kept those records."

"What? I have no idea what you're talking about! Why wasn't I told about this? Something must be done immediately!"

I sure do love working in a government regulated environment.

Just got finished reading Yoga for People Who Can't Be Bothered to Do It, by Geoff Dyer. Basically a series of memoirs, spanning the author's extensive (and often chemically enhanced) travels from 1990 to 2003. I get the feeling that Dyer would probabaly annoy the hell out of me if I met him in person, but at the same time I totally identify with...
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The Bush White House, as told by William Faulkner

Fucking hilarious.

Godamnit, Thompson...

Well, this is shitty day.

So what now?

My thoughts exactly.

I have determined that Don Julio Tequila is very good (one of the best I've ever had, actually.)

I recommend it.