I loathe when people know that I'm waiting for something and neglect to tell me the status until its an afterthought. I am waiting for the furniture guys to call so I can set up a time to be at my office. I have a feeling it's going to be one of those 7-12/1-5 deals. Whatever. I'll be at my new office and out from the microscope of my two BBs. I've been tying not to drive the assistant crazy (and failing miserably) about all my orders. Up until now all I've gotten was 'don't worry' whenever I asked. Then the shit started falling apart and he had to scramble. the computer? Yeah, that baby's not being shipped until June 30th. That means it won't get here until after July 5th and then won't be ready by the IT people before July 15th. So of course I've been asking whenever I could about all my things. The latest was stopping him in the hall about my furniture. "Oh yeah... the chair is on back order". WTF!?! I was sooo unhappy. I wanted to scream, but all I could do is breathe deeply and smile when he said his usual 'don't worry'. Fuck that shit. I was born to worry. I'm an Italian Irish Jew. Worrying and guilt is in my blood. it's what I do best. Plus, if I don't get out from this office and kick this job into gear it's going to be a tougher sale once we go into high gear and they need me... like yesterday.

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