Hey, I work Sundays! Oh, wait, the game's in the evening, everyone will be getting all their work out of the way early so they can watch the game. Dammit, that means Sunday will be busy.

A friend of mine is having a SuperBowl party and another friend was talking about how she may or may not come for the party because of how seriously she takes the game. I said, "Ok, so let me get caught up so I know what to do on Sunday. Who's playing?"

She laughed and told me, so my next question was, "And who are we rooting for?"

Turn out the Giants. Okay. Good to go.

For me, the important football game took place on Jan. 9th (Roll Tide!).

SWEET FUCKING JESUS. They have made me the primary presenter on this meeting I wasn't originally invited to. I am in now way prepared for this. I was really looking forward to not even being part of this. And now I'm not only on the spot, but I'm the bad guy.

MOTHERFUCKER. I can't believe I'm thrown under the bus, and the vendor CEO is checking in to a flight, so he's NOT EVEN LISTENING.

Seriously, this is slack on more than one side. I'm a business analyst, not a relationship manager or an executive. This is seriously out of control. I have no leverage.

This is the problem with setting expectations, and the business owner looking for the grail up my ass.

For those enraged by Komen who want to continue to contribute to breast cancer research, I'm tossing out my suggestion for The Dr Susan Love Research Foundation>.

She spoke at JPL's Women's History Month celebration a few years ago and is doing excellent research into breast cancer. If you're in the LA area, you can volunteer to be a lab rat, too!

And of course toss a buck or two in the Planned Parenthood kitty. [link]

So, February.

fe BREW airy?

or

feb YOU airy?

I use "feb YOU airy" even though it seems wrong.

I feel a little vindicated that the project manager had no idea that I was leading the meeting either (as in, it was a last minute decision made outside process) and relieved that they didn't make me re-state the position when the vendor CEO got back on the line. Seriously, there are better ways to submit a vote of confidence for my abilities. I wanted to be out sick today too.

I admit, I expressed my lack of preparation on the call, but I hope I did it with good humour. Seriously. Big bus with big wheels to be tossed under. IT is the last person who should be leading that discussion (business, compliance, risk management are all ahead on the list), and I'm not the right person in IT anyway (CIO, director, manager of production support...all pip me at the post).

Pissed. Extra headache pissed. I need to lower my heart rate and get ready to go into the office.

I use "feb YOU airy" even though it seems wrong.

I didn't know people pronounced it another way. I mean, of course they do, but...still.

There's a little "r" in there. Discreet, polite, refined. But it's there. Come on. How else do we separate ourselves from the people we need to be separate from?

I think I've watched too much Blitz TV. IO9 has a post with golf rules from WWII about how to handle a bombing, and I think it's pretty unremarkable, but I've watched too many shows that make it look like people just brushed shrapnel off their shoulders and went on eating, rather than reacting like hell was raining down from the skies. Work that stiff upper lip, people.

How else do we separate ourselves from the people we need to be separate from?

Dang, ita, you know the answer to this one!

Stabby motions. (Whether you are holding a stabby implement is entirely up to you.)

SILENT R.