A sense of...

relief? satisfaction?  These words aren't quite right, but I feel good.

Work has been hectic these past two days.  We got a request in from a customer and my new business lead is breathing down my neck for answers.  He stops by my desk every 10 minutes or it seems like it.  I'm sorry, but the person you should be getting answers from is out of town on business (my direct boss).  I'm sorry that I have to text him with my phone to his phone because he doesn't have access to work email or a work cell phone.  I'm sorry things are not instantaneous.  I'm sorry that I don't have complete knowledge of what you are asking for since it's not a project I work on.

I'm well aware of the deadline TWO fucking days from now.  So stop bothering me which is what I finally said to him when he stopped at my desk for the 5th time today.  "Please stop bothering me."  I said please that should count right?  He just stopped talking and tried to say because he was leaving he wanted an update.  Whatever.  He got the point and scampered away.  YES!

Another work story:

The hubster and I were talking about hard and soft targets for saving last night at dinner.  My direct boss was texting me about hard and soft sides for work numbers.  These are not the same things.  The hubsters hard and soft mean that soft targets are higher than hard targets.  In work, it's literally soft and hard, so hard is higher than soft.  That was a frustrating 20 minutes of text.

Only another 2 hours...