To quote Randall: "This job would be great if it weren't for all the fucking customers." I have four chat windows open of people asking me questions about software and servers. I'm on the phone with the slowest talking man in South Carolina about how to run his setup. And I got a bitchy email from the billing girl wanting to know when her files will be ready because she's waiting on me. I, of course, have to tell her that I don't have her files ready yet and I will Monday morning (after I spend most of Sunday fixing them). Yay.
I'm ready for about 8 beers and a pack of cigs and a shot of valium. And it's not even noon yet. Like John is singing now, "the way things are going, they're gonna crucify me."