Work, work and more work

I was at work until 11:15 last night. I got home about five after twelve. The deadline I've been working towards is today. The end is nigh. Yay!

We're supposed to go to Michelle & Sam's for game night tomorrow. The last time we tried to get together, they had to cancel because Michelle's grandfather was not doing well. He passed away shortly afterwards. Hopefully, this attempt will have only happy things associated with it.

Back to work...

Fucking work fuckfest

Fucking fuckity fuck. I'm still at work. The fucking report is fucking mysteriously changed and now I have to re-enter the fucking data into the fucking companion report. FUCK!

Then there's the fucking CLIN manager that can't seem to understand that I am not his admin, I'm a project controller. It is not my responsibility to make sure he can fucking spell! He brought up a spelling error at least five times in a meeting, with pointed remarks towards me. Yes, you fucker, you typed 'with in' instead of 'within'. All I did was copy and paste your text into the fucking report. Learn to fucking proofread your own shit! FUCKER!!!!!

It's Friday night and I'm having a fucking blast.