And I can't even go home and drink wine because I'm doing the friggin' South Beach diet. GAH

I do not like messing up.

Yes, I know, no one likes messing up. Everybody wants to do well, no one wants to look foolish, blah blah blah. But you don't understand. I hate messing up. I hate it so much I gave myself an entire diagnosable defined-in-medical-text-books psychotic disorder.

It's not really about having to be right. I don't have to be right. I don't particularly enjoy being wrong, but when it happens (which is, I will say, rare) I can admit it. Most of the time.

But messing up? Making a mistake? Doing something wrong? Oh the horror.

I've messed up a few times this week. It hasn't been fun. And I have I mentioned I'm being audited in 2 weeks? I'm being audited in 2 weeks.

One good thing about being Miss Anal Retentive 2005 is that people tend to think that you don't mess up. And when mess ups occur in your near vicinity, no one thinks it's your fault. Not really. You may have been involved, but they're sure you did your best and someone somewhere dropped the ball. I am perfectly fine attending to this status quo, but sometimes it's my job to pick up the ball and this week? I didn't even realize I was in the game- THAT'S the degree of screw up I am lately.

All right. Enough of the painfully cliche metaphor. Borrrring.

I am just skating by until Friday night when I can go home and wear pajamas for two straight days. I stayed late Monday helping the Candidate with campaign stuff (and good thing the Candidate is not being elected to the position of, say, State Typist or County Contacts Organizer, because OH MY GOD) then I stayed late with Phillip because his servers have been possessed by all the devils in Hell. I forgot what I did Tuesday but I'm sure it was horrible, because I did not sleep at all Monday night, and of course it involved staying late. On Wednesday I had to get up two hours earlier than normal to attend a Political Event where I drank four cups of crappy coffee and paid more attention to the candidates' bizarre behavior than whatever they were saying. And then I stayed late because did I mention the audit?

(Political Candidates? My first piece of advice would be: WHY CAN'T YOU ACT LIKE NORMAL HUMANS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. And my second would be: When you have known about the event for a month, you probably shouldn't stand up half way into the discussion, announce that you have another engagement and leave. Because people will make jokes about you before you've even made it out the door. Yes, they will. Oh, and my third piece of advice is: Microsoft millionaires? No. Just... don't.)

It'd be nice to look forward to a long lovely weekend, but someone decided to throw a murder mystery dinner party Sunday night. So tomorrow I've got to go shopping and test out the dinner, Saturday I have to go shopping for the real dinner AND figure out my costume and Sunday I have to, like, DO it. And you know, everyone tells me that these murder mystery dinner parties are so easy and you just put in the CD and sit around la la la, but were any of these people THROWING the party? Because DUDE. This is work! It's my favorite KIND of work, however, and I am determined not to half ass it. It's a 1920's Italian mobster themed DINNER PARTY and it must be AWESOME.

Besides. I don't half ass things. I am Miss Anal Retentive 2005. Nice to meetcha.

Comments

[jackie]

Ooh. A 1920s Italian mobster dinner party. Sounds like fun :)

Just a couple days till you can relax!