Hiding in the bunker

I am 6 hours through my 14 hour day. I have no idea why I just had to quantify my day in such a mnner as it if horrifically sad and I've drawn my own attention to it while draws yours. This was not my intention. I don't think this last paragraph makes any sense but that's okay.

The following things have been of comfort to me today:

• 2 tiny KitKats
• 1 tiny 100 Grand
• 1 tiny Butterfinger
• The bacon wrapped filet, with four cheese ravioli and salad (leftovers) I had for lunch
• My co-worker, Anne, just stopped me and sang me We've Only Just Begun by the Carpenters. I don't mean she just gave me one line. Girl went for it.
• I ordered my Landscape Manager a pink Razr phone. He's not gay. He just thinks it's funny. Oh, and it is. Very funny. It came today with a lavendar purse like carrying bag. Continence was almost an issue.

What's my point with all this? I'm finding the funny. The funny is out there. My assistant looks like 50 miles of bad road with a detour. I looked at her and I just said, "Oh honey. I know." We're on the verge of giving up. We've realized we're nto going to win so we're treating this like checmical warfare. You don't need to "win." You need to get in, do whatever you need to do and then get the hell out as fast as you can. Don't look back. I'm getting her some GI Joes for Christmas.

And, silver lining here people, I just emailed the GM for the Club I go to and told him I had a gift certificate from over a year ago and could I still use it. I need it. He said to come on in! I am so going to come on in on Sunday. I cannot wait for Sunday.