Ah, the end of the fiscal year, when otherwise reasonable adults turn into rabid nutcases regarding money.
I got a lot of cursing out of my system on the walk to work. Mainly stuff around the lines of, “I can’t get your fucking work done if you keep fucking well summoning me to useless fucking meetings that waste my fucking time.” It was very therapeutic. And much better than yelling at the clients, if perhaps a bit less satisfying.
Needless to say, I still got dragged to meetings today. Wretches.
Otherwise things skate along. This too shall pass in time. Though I think I’m going to limit our program offices to one impossible legal task at a time. One of them has three going at the moment, and that’s just too damned many. One is actually too many, but three is just out of this world. And leads to more cursing on my part, which I’m sure isn’t good for my blood pressure.