THIS, on the Day that Jesus Died for our Sins...

As I mentioned on Friday, this week MUST be a better week than last week. Last week at work was simply frustrating. I was sore from my half marathon run on Sunday, I came down with a terrible cough/cold that I'm still trying to work out of my system, and I was bogged down at work in a not-so-fun way. But it's a new day - new week for that matter - and I'm determined to make this one better than last week. That being said, it is Monday, which is never fun, but I DO have a 4-day work week, which makes everything that much better. I really should just look at today as a Tuesday - might help me get over the case of the Mondays. Yep, it's Easter week, and for some reason, my small company likes to discriminate and only celebrate Christian holidays so we have Good Friday off. But I can't complain, I LOVE 4-day work weeks and I definitely would be in favor of working 4, 10-hour days and have 3 day weekends all the time if my company allowed it. But alas, they do not.

You know what makes my blood boil?

My boss.

I know that I probably should NOT be blogging about work because of what happened to Meggles a few weeks ago, but this morning was one of the most ridiculous mornings-turned-into-lunch-hours I've ever had here with Dan. You see, Dan is the president of my company. And as the president, you kind of have to respect what he says, does, wants, etc, because at the end of the day, he's the one who signs your paycheck, amiright? But, as I've mentioned before, Dan is somewhat neurotic and a perfectionist - but only in the way that HE sees is perfect, not on a standard level-headed playing field of perfect. So, last week I had a HUGE project that I was working on for one of his clients. The project was a clusterfuck from the beginning - because Dan doesn't understand or take the time to understand how projects on the sister-side of the business work. So he throws everything together last minute, won't let me be the point person on the project because it's HIS client - but he comes up short on every single aspect and expects the rest of our staff to jump through hoops to cover up his blunders and not make him look bad. So the back end of this project has legitimately taken me about 30 hours to put together, between data analysis and reporting. And he doesn't give me any sort of expectation about the reports, he just expects me to "generate some charts from the data". Oh. Ok. Sure. Could you be a little more vague here???? You know, the data is only 52 pages of information from participants. Should be a snap! Right. Why don't you just strike me down RIGHT now because I would rather give myself paper cuts between my  fingers than spend the ungodly amount of time I know I'm going to have to spend on this.