No Escape

I’m working from home today.  The contractors are cranking away in the bathroom.  It’s kinda loud in here.  I had a 10:30 meeting scheduled with my boss.  Just our 30 minute once-a-week-check-in meeting.  If the weather were cooperating I would have just sat on the front steps.  Unfortunately it’s raining outside.  I had no where to hide from the noise in the house, I had no where to go outside without getting soaked.  I therefore decided to join the meeting while sitting in the car.

15 minutes into the 30 minute meeting one of the contractors came out to ask me a question.  DAMN IT!  There really is no escape.  This whole bathroom thing is stressing me out to the max.  I should have just taken two weeks of vacation time so that I could just be there for the bathroom without having to worry about work.  Or course, I don’t have two weeks of vacation time banked up right now so that’s a Moo Point.

You know,a moo point… it’s like a cow’s opinion, it’s meaningless.

Yes, I have in fact seen every episode of Friends.  Wanna make something of it?  Huh?  Do ya?

Didn’t think so.

I am so ready for this damn project to be finished so life can go back to normal.  I want to sleep in my own bed with the cat jumping on my head.  I want to shower in my own house.  I want to piss in my own pot.