Jake gets extra kudos for handling my temper tantrum this morning. This weekend I FINALLY got my taxes done. That's at least a month later than usual. Add to it that the State Refund will be an IOU and it's all going to pay off my credit card... I should have mailed that sucker out on Saturday.

Then there's the job. The one thing I requested when I first took this position was a buffer. Two two BBs are doctors, and pretty high up on the totem pole. This means their patience is thin and their line of reasoning may not always be the best when it comes to rationality. They're the kind of bosses that say "I want a nice house" but don't give you any tools to build it with or a blue print to start off. My boss is the person who has been doing this. She understands that houses just don't materialize. It's up to us to work with the contractors, painters, decorators, etc... to create the house and sell the look to them. That being said... I have a HUGE meeting that I was told I am going to tonight. I was also sent random emails from doctors about a job duty I knew nothing about. Enter freak-out mode. I called my boss who said she heard something was in the works but nothing concrete was said. Oy. After telling her about the emails and phone call she said, "It's a good thing that they feel comfortable enough to go straight to you." That wasn't helping. Then she added that I know more about it than she does. Also... not helping. Between the money, wanting to save for our trip next month and my job getting vague duties tacked on that my boss isn't even aware of made me super sensitive. Not full bitch-mode... but yeah. Jake handled the situation wonderfully and is really the only reason I'm not in the corner babbling about the end of the world. I don't know what I'd do without him. Oh yeah... have the XBox 360 to myself.

(I kid. I kid)

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