Hotlanta

I'd be lying if i told you I wasn't stressed out. I'd also be lying if I told you I didn't have sex with your Dad that night back in '94. (And I'd do it agian, bitch.) Without warning, the engineer I work closest with had to take a sudden leave of absence with no set date of return. It's a grim reality to realize the world doesn't always revolve around you and stop on command. So, I am officially trying to complete the work of two engineers, including a last minute trip to Atlanta today - and with the added work load, it couldn't be at a worse time.

I'm going to have to work this weekend and as much as I hate fat-free Ranch dressing, there is nothing I hate more than working on the weekends. I have no problem putting a solid 60 hours in Mon-Fri, but my weekends are sacred, literally and figuratively.

You've been warned - I may be crabby.