someone somewhere is looking after me. either that or i have the power to manipulate inanimate objects and/or the postal system with sheer will.

since i went home pukey this morning, i have to work tonight. i have great gobs of stuff to do before my 3-day hiatus. the only thing i did today for the hour and a half i was at work was attend a meeting. this meeting was with chicken little (who i have just christened because he’s always pretty sure the sky is falling). chicken little and i tend to butt heads on just about everything. i am his arch-nemesis. he is methodical and process oriented, i am chaotic and anti-process. he likes to document things and have an extensive paper trail for everything. i like to keep everything in my head and have a pile of papers on my desk which scares most everyone because of the impressive disarray.

see where i’m going with this?

so we’ve got part 38 of 3944 parts of this HUGE project due. it’s a super, duper tight deadline. which i expected since so many people are out of the office lately and what not. so we had this meeting and chicken little is freaking out because he doesn’t think jess and i can get it done. he thinks the deadline’s too tight and he’s sort of accusing me of not having it done yet because i said i had everything i needed. he was freaking out because a lot of the stuff is in my head and therefore UNDOCUMENTED — the horror!

so i am all nonchalant and say yeah, it’s not a big deal, because i am a supergenius and my trusty sidekick jess is a supergoddess. there is no deadline too tight for us.

but i am sick and all, so i can see why there is a little bit of concern.

now my honor is on the line and i have to meet and/or beat this deadline or chicken little will win and we don’t want that to happen.

so after much napping and many “you feel better” talks, i set to work. and i thought i had grabbed everything i needed to finish this project. can you imagine my dismay when i discovered that i had left the content for the biggest part of the project at work?

this is where the supernatural comes into play. . .

i’m sitting here trying not to panic and contemplating going to bed righthisminute so i can get to work at like 6 a.m. to finish this. then i sit here and start to curse because if had gotten the beautiful, beautiful direct mail piece supergoddess and i had done, then i’d have the content i needed. but the fucking postal system never gave me one, cocksuckers.

as i’m rueing the day and wishing a plague on both their houses, i decide to go check the mail.

and what should i spy?

THE DIRECT MAIL PIECE containing the stuff i need.

yes. either god or someone loves me or i can manipulate inanimate objects with my mind. praise me like you should.

also, i got a $100 rebate check from amazon. life is good. yes.