What the hell?

well, that was a bust

Wednesday was a short work day for moi. I came running in after a Nyquil induced sleep the night before, and barely made it in time to hear that my lead developer wasn't coming in for a spec review. And that the laptop I was supposed to use was nowhere to be found. bleh, but whatever. Oh, right, there was the request from my boss' boss to make changes to a document i didn't have for a meeting i was attending.

In we went for the two hour session, only for me to learn that I was already behind in email. (Comments from the sassy vp across the table from me.) Fine. Thinking,"Hey, why I don't I double-task and just skim email while they debate the merits of spot vs. forward rates" I opened my in-box.

subject: news
from: dad

sorry to inform you, but your grandfather passed away last night.

...and that's what you get for reading email during a meeting. ugh. slightly distracted, my boss stepped back into the meeting with a marked-up document. while the rest of the table talked over a spread sheet, I was madly attempting to edit the now very late document for the other meeting we missed.

after leaving the two block, my boss and i were chatting. in updating him on an assortment of annoying details, I shared the email notice.

and out i was shoved.

"go home, irene."

that was yesterday. today i went to see our old family physician for the nasty cold i picked up. and tomorrow i'm meeting the cable guy in queens. tomorrow eve i plan to be in PA with e's fam. a nice break from the chaos over here. sad, but sometimes it's better let go of life if you're suffering. i sound callous, but don't mean to be. nor do i have the energy to explain the sordid details. an old, proud, vain:), man passed away. (Vain enough to hide mirrors late in life when he began to dislike his appearance. No, really.)

Alright.

Hopefully my internet connection will be set up tomorrow, and i'll be more readily available outside of work.

Hope everyone is doing well. If you're in the NYC area you MUST come to visit me in Queens. Also, let me know when you're ready to treck out to Long island for a bit of swimming in the 'burbs. My parents would love to have you.

posted by irene @ 7/17/2003 11:12:00 PM