Thursday was another 12-hour day filled with drama. There is simply too much estrogen in our office, and it's going to get worse before it gets better. President Sue and I agree that our personalities are better suited to play with boys much of the time.
Even so, it was one of the guys in the office who melted at the end of the day. His email after I finished my sixth meeting of the day at 6:30: "Call me right away." Which I did. And then I had to reassure him about something that happened in my fifth meeting of the day. Yeesh. God bless Rich who stuck around so I could vent. If I didn't have Rich and Angel on my team, I'd shoot myself.
It took until 8:00pm to finish the work I needed to get done to face my insane Friday.
And now I'm sitting here watching Andy Murray play like a little girl. Give me a break!
The best news of the day? Our frigging doors and lights were adjusted so we can go to the bathroom in the evenings without triggering the automatic lock on the front door and letting every potential rapist lurking in the park into our building, and I can sit at my computer without having my office light go out twelve times a day because the motion detector can't see me. Considering I'm almost ALWAYS the last one working alone at night, this is highly appreciated.
Progress is progress, and I'll take it wherever we can get it.
And Andy just FINALLY held serve to win the third set, so . . .