Facebook Cometh

What a day! I've been working my ass off compiling three years of data for friggin tax purposes. Damn NEC HQ and all their requests. I guess it's my fault for having sat on the request so long. My boss emailed me on 3/17 saying it needed to be done by 4/10. So when do I decide to focus all my efforts on it? On 4/10, of course. I just sent off the email about ten minutes ago. It's 8pm in Dallas. Yeah, I'm sure they won't see it until Monday. I'm surprised nobody from their tax department asked for a status update. I guess they're busy with other things and not wanting to play babysitter with me. But I did what I needed to do. When someone gives me only a date as a deadline, I assume I can get it to them as late as 11:59pm.

And while I'm on the topic of Friday, don't you think Mondays & Fridays get shit on? I always use them as scapegoats. Especially when I'm tired and can't help someone 'cause I have no energy to think. On Mondays, someone asks me some complex question? I'm like, "Dude... ask me another day. It's Monday. I got nuttin for ya."

Or, on Fridays... same thing, "You expect me to help you? Don't you realize it's Friday? Damn Friday."

Yeah, I blame them a lot for my inability to produce on those days. Poor fellas. I don't take out my frustrations on Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday? I usually don't use or abuse them. Well... actually, that's not true. Sometimes, I make them feel less important. That's right. Like when I say, "Man, I can't wait until Friday." I guess that's when they're shit on too. Poor Tuesday through Thursday.

And I can't wait until Sunday. Easter. End of Lent. Facebook. I''ll see you soon, baby...