Waking from a nightmare or falling into one?

Hinterwebs - working (with changed settings)
Spreadsheet - not my problem (for a few hours)
Coffee - 10oz (Cymru with Red Wyvern rampant)

Place bets now!

Since the spreadsheet became not-my-problem and the internet started working again, how much work has Kim done?

1 - well, I'd say she was working her cotton sockies off for she hasn't even the time to create a proper poll!

2 - well, I'd say none, seeing as she hasn't even bothered to create a proper poll. Lazy b!nt!

3 - well, if she can be bothered to post, there is probably a ToDo list, and the right folder out, and now she just wants to procrastinate a bit, let her mind retune. She is, after all, now in her 44th working hour this week*, and this is her first actual break.

* Office hours - so not including time spent last weekend, whilst commuting, or in the evenings.

Guess who's back

It's back
The spreadsheet
And now there is going to be a meeting about it
The spreadsheet

(no subject)

Inside my brain is breaking
Sanity may be flaking
But the spreadsheet
It goes on

Friday afternoon eh. Yup. Nice? Well, if you like it.

Oh now I know it will all be fine. It is always all fine. Yup. Fine it will be.
But it is now past five, and I want to leave in about an hour. I know it will be past six before I go. And then my 50 hours-working-in-the-office-this-week will be over. There is still a lot to do, and I have bid stuff I'll need to work on this weekend despite being away. I'll fit a few hours brain-storming in somewhere, and some drafting would be good. Monday's a wipe out bid-wise, and the deadline is Friday..
Yet now with an hour to go why am I here, posting, again. It is not because I have finished. It is because B!nt is in a meeting and the Shinies have gone home. And I have Questions. Questions that are holding up the printing. The printing that needs to be done by Monday morning. Before I leave. Tonight.
There is a pub by Victoria that has Youngs on tap. I want this beer.
I have taken codine. The twitching has stopped, and I no longer feel dizzyfaint. Did I mention the beer?

The Big Five-Oh

Yup. 50th hour at my desk working this week.