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Yeah, baby. That's how good sleep was.
I went to bed last night with the slight onset of a migraine, but successfully deployed my anti-make-Amanda-feel-like-crap minions and slaughtered the bitch while she was still in her wake, while I was in the prime of my sleep. This makes sense.
In any case, I feel much better today.
It's that time of the month again. No, not THAT time, but I certainly wouldn't mind making some corporate losers bleed for 4-6 days. From the head.
Our corporate office is in Boston, nestled three hours ahead of us in an alternate reality known at Eastern Standard Time. I received an email this morning from customer service that was sent out with the sole purpose to remind us, the stepchildren in Arizona, that the shipping department stops sending supply orders at 4:30pm EST. Basically, it continued to detail that if we could just go ahead and get our supply order requests in by 2:30pm our time, that would be great. I emailed back, albeit politely and biting my tongue, that AZ doesn't do DST, so until theyyyy fall back an hour this fall, we're actually stuck three hours behind them. This is not the first time I've referenced what time it is here in comparison to there, but I have high hopes that the 5am requests for immediate information have now come to an end.
Anyway, back to "that time". It's the end of the month, which means countless (okay, counted, two) fairly large spreadsheets are due. The pee police gods have shined their eminence down upon me and allowed me to finish July from the comfort of my home instead of going into the field and actually policing some pee. Spreadsheets, emails, and phone calls, oh my.
Pee police, you ask? It's not my fault this is the first blog of mine that you've accidentally walked into. Investimagate if you so desire, 'cause I'm not explaining that a-one again.
SUCK IT. [I'm bringing it back.]
