Mine Ass Hath Been Truly Kicked!

Howdy, folks!

Contrary to popular opinion, I did not die from blood loss after the mutilation of my ear (much to The Wife's regret, I assure you!) I aplogize for the unexpected silence but spacetime went through some unexplained quantum flux, altering the chronologic flow of the universe in a bizarre manner that produced a two week long string of back-to-back Mondays.

Now, you all know how very fond I am of that (so-called) day and you also know (I trust) that I would not use that vile title on any day that had not truly earned it. Trust me when I guarantee you that life has been repeatedly placing it's proverbial boot upon my well-rounded buttocks. Repeatedly. And with great vigor. Giggling the whole while. (though that might have been The Wife, I'm not sure.)

I took a "vacation" (please note the sarcastic quotes there!) last week to work on my house. I needed the time to try and finish off all the horrors my asshole contractor left me with after he bailed. It was a nightmare. Every time I went to finish something, I had to backtrack five steps when I saw the crap work he'd left behind. I won't go into detail on the idiocy I found (else we might be here till we're all old and gray!) suffice to say that I had no time to breathe last week, much less post here, and that suicide was beginning to look like a viable alternative to continuing work on my home.

I meant to let you all know I'd be out of touch last week before I left but my string of Mondays began about ten minutes after my last post. Work exploded in front of me, leaving bits of foul smelling offal all over me . . . just what one needs before moving into a week of rage, frustration, and disappointment. (ain't I the lucky fella?) Now, in a saner -more just- world (if such exists anywhere!) you might expect that when I finished working on the house that my Monday-itis would fade. (and you would be a very silly person to expect that!) Instead, after taking off yesterday for a well earned bit of rest . . . things got worse. (I know: you're shocked!) In the last twenty four hours we've had a family death, a major family fight (not related to the death, though I am considering adding to the body count . . .) I walked into 0ne hundred and thirteen (113) e-mails waiting for me (BTW: at an average of ten minutes to compose, that would mean folks spent 1,130 minutes -or approx. 19 hours- writing me messages last week. Multiply that by 52 weeks a year and I have the equivalent of a full time person doing nothing but sending me e-mails for half the year! That's insane!) Anyway, throw in a shitstorm in the form of an e-mail that was accidentally sent out by senior management containing personal assesments of individual's professional abilities (done by me at my boss' request). The e-mail (naturally!) wound up in the hands of many of the folks I had assessed and I have been receiving angry phone calls all day from folks who didn't like what I had to say.

Oh yea . . . the Mondays just keep on-a-rollin'!!!

Writing . . . bleh. Not one goddam word in two weeks. No time, energy, or desire to even try. I hope to get back on it soon but work for the next three weeks is looking uglier by the minute. I have a major software rollout and training program to run (and three -so far- new trainees thrown in for chuckles!) and I'll be all over the place so I don't know where/when/how I'll be writing, updating the blog, editing or . . . ya' know: BREATHING!!!!

Well now . . . ain't you glad "Little-Miss-Mary-Sunshine" is back in town kids?

Later!