The dixie chicks have replaced Mika for the moment, mainly because I LOVE the Not Ready to Make Nice song. Less of the pop, more of the rant :) The last two days in work have been a tad hectic. The chairman, aka God, we were told was dropping by our building for a meeting. There was no mention of a walk around, normally we're given a lot of notice to have our desks semi decent and look like we are working all the hours he pays us for. So at 4.55 I am ready to leg it, I had to be in town for dinner with the in-laws at 6.30, when our boss tells us that the chairman is going to do a walk around and no-one was to move. He walks through the office, surrounded by people flitting here
there and everywhere. He chats with my boss and my boss's boss about the project I am currently working on. This project went from low profile to high profile as soon as he expressed an interest in it. He wants lots of media, a big launch party, big names etc. What this man wants he gets. We are due to go live next week and I am still developing. I have a feeling there will be a few late nights. Just not on the Wed I hope as I want to be out of here early for the quiz.
Speaking of the quiz, there's been a lot of interest in it. We've had loads of bookings, half the tables are gone already which is great! Prizes are looking good, and we are having a meeting on Saturday to run through the task list. The next few days are a bit maniac. Work wise there's big board meeting this evening, following by drinks. Tomorrow evening is one of my work mates's bday drinkies and he wants to hit Rogue for cocktails. Sat is the mate J's housewarming. Tis all go.
No word from the kid which I can only take to mean she is alive and well. I got copies of one of her Debs pictures reprinted a number of times and need to post it down to the family. The various aunts, uncles and the mother's best friend. Mammy2 has been out of sorts the last few weeks, not sure if its the depression or the lack of work or what it is. Her mood swings have been a tad eractic and she has come down with some sort of virus this week. Perhaps the change in season is affecting her depression. She is heading to see her counseller next week so maybe she can
shed some light on what's going on. Its been hard with her when she's like this and sometimes she tends to lash out at me, for no apparent reason. At least with PMT, I have some inkling what's going on and can throw chocolate bars at her :)
We have our apartment for another year, the wagon estate agent rang to say its only going up by a small amount which we are so relieved about. We really need another year to get some money together and for Mammy2 to get a job so that we can apply for a mortgage. Also, I want to get the ball rolling on going to the clinic and getting those tests done to see why my ovaries are such cows. The clock is ticking. Meanwhile I am getting postcards from the Costa Del Sol from my ovaries telling me what a great time they are having and how celibacy is really working out well for them. Bitches.
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