To Busy to Come up with a Catchy Title

Remember when I said that I had the easiest job in the world and I really didn’t have a whole lot to do on a daily basis?  We shall now refer to that time as “The Good Old Days”.  Holy Freaking Jabeezus have I been busy!  I had no less that 5 conference calls yesterday (one of which was about an idiot in Louisiana who was convinced the electronic hand scanner/time clock thing was going to electrocute him).  After which, I managed to walk into a meeting for about 15 minutes (it was all the time I had between conference calls) and walk out with 3 new massive projects.  I also have 4 conference calls scheduled today in addition to two meetings. 

 

Although, oddly enough…I’m really enjoying my job a lot more now because I am, apparently, a masochist. 

 

Basically, work didn’t so much explode, as it vomited all over me and then refused to get me so much as a baby wipe to clean the vomit from my shirt. 

 

This was so NOT the week for this to happen.  We’ve been planning my father-in-law’s 70^th birthday party for a month and a half now and the party is this Saturday.  There is no way I can even express how not ready for this party I am.  I still have a ton of shit to do, but I’m spending all my time at work rather than doing what I need to do for the party. 

 

I know, it doesn’t sound like a birthday party should be a big deal, but we’re not talking about cake and punch in somebody’s living room, we’re talking 150 people at a reception hall.  There will be freaking members of Congress at this party.  Members of Congress that my husband has made me promise not to harass for their anti-choice voting record, their idiotic unwavering support for the war, or their dumb misconceptions about stem cell research.  He’s even forbidden me from mocking one such Congressperson for his DUI arrest a while back!!!

 

He is completely taking away what little enjoyment I’m going to get out of this party since the only other thing I have left to look forward to is absconding with a bottle of Scotch and retreating into the parking lot where I can smoke and getting slightly hammered w/ Sarah and Marissa….but then again….that’s a really great thing to look forward to considering that I am absolutely enamored with Scotch, Sarah and Marissa.  Oh…and did I mention that there will be Scotch?

 

Honestly?  I’m ready to just throw a taco at my father-in-law, hand him a Twinkie with a candle in it and call it a day rather than do this whole elaborate party and we can thank my newly blown the fuck up work load for that.  Then again, as my mom pointed out, I always have things explode at work when I’m in the middle of planning a large personal event.  Hell, I had to fly to New York the week before my wedding and do all the last minute preparations via phone/email/transcontinental screaming/carrier pigeons.

 

I’m sure the party is going to be fantastic and that we’ll all have a wonderful time, but right now all I want to do is throw on some sweatpants, crawl into bed and not come out until next week or possibly next year.

 

So, please excuse the lack of updates this week because I’m too busy fielding work crap, party crap and am suffering from on overwhelming urge to abuse prescription drugs.