The crap day that was also my husband's birthday

Yesterday I lost

1. every single email in my work inbox, including all of those organized and saved in perfect alphabetized folders

2. the five databases I work with, also known as "the company's bread and butter"

3. every folder and document saved to my desktop

4. my mind.

Today I retrieved

1. the five databases

2. every folder and document saved to my desktop

3. small bits of my mind.

The emails, however, those are lost. And it's my fault because the pst file I exported beforehand did not actually, ahem, export anything. I'm thinking, though, that this is not such a horrible situation. Now when someone calls me up to complain about something I can say, "Well, sir, you may have emailed me about that, but my email was wiped out yesterday and you'll have to send it again." And if you do not feel sorry for someone whose entire mailbox was emptied in .73 seconds, you are a bad bad person.

Yesterday was so rotten that at 3 pm when I whined "Can I go home yet?" my boss said, "Okay." So I left my server problems and my missing databases to our Tech Guy (who is all kinds of awesome and did not say anything mean when he told me my pst file was empty) and went home. This is where my day picked up.

Because it was PHILLIP'S BIRTHDAY. I have to say that Phillip is a bit more grown up about his birthday than I am. When I asked him what he wanted to do to celebrate he was all, "Oh, nothing big." (For future reference: anything to do with my birthday is always going to be big.) What Phillip wanted to do was watch the last episode on his Sopranos Season Five Disc 1 DVD while I made the birthday cake I'd been planning to save for Sunday when we have guests. ("Can we have cake now?" he batted his eyelashes at me.) That was the original plan, but the computer we use to play DVDs wasn't working so Phillip set up the laptop and the mouse and was figuring out the problem while I baked the cake and read the entire new Newsweek. With no small amount of tact I said, "We HAVE an actual DVD player UPSTAIRS." So FINALLY we went upstairs and I didn't fall asleep and THEN

we went to Blue C Sushi. Oh Internet, I love this restaurant. And not because I like sushi. How can you not love going to a restaurant where all the little dishes travel around the dining room on a conveyor belt like little pieces of color coded luggage? It's JUST like Escape From Monkey Island. (Except for having to melt something and start a fire with a tiki torch... Is that right? Dude, I totally forgot how to get into the restaurant kitchen!) Each dish is labeled so you know exactly which ones you want (or which ones you don't want, in my case) and at the end of dinner your server comes around to count up how many plates you acquired of the different colors and goes to ring up your bill. (I think this is probably the only restaurant in which I could successfully waitress. I mean, you're pretty much there to fill up water glasses.) It is super fun and you don't have to eat sushi! Yay! Well, I like the little kappa maki with the cucumber and vegetarian ones with tofu, but I stay away from anything with fish or krab. I don't like avocado or cream cheese either. But the chicken katsu is divine and they have other little non-sushi dishes. (And yes, I know, pickiest eater in the world etc. etc. but PEOPLE. I have tried JELLYFISH. I have eaten Chinese food in CHINA. I have come a LONG LONG WAY since the days of asking my mom to make my spaghetti with butter and parmesan because, ew, tomato sauce? No thanks.)

The rest of the evening was sponsored by Phillip's brother and sister-in-law who sent him a pack of cards, a box of poker chips and the movie Rounders for his birthday.

But Internet, my husband is a trooper. The day before his birthday he was at work until eleven. The day OF his birthday he went to work at 6 am. I made him wait until 7:30 to get his sushi and THEN we had to wait for a table for half an hour. And then? He had to get his [unwrapped] gift out of the back of the Explorer because I am a weakling and couldn't carry a box full of Executive Office Chair parts into the house myself. My husband is a SAINT. Sing him happy birthday via mightymaggieATgmailDOTcom.

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[Hanni]

Hey MightyM. Good to see the new site design. So sorry about crappiness in general and so happy for hubby's bday!