Chicken Marsala

just kidding.....

so anyway, I'm still over my head in the busy department. The past month or so has been just a blur both here at Casa de Miguel and at the office. Especially the office. One thing you can say about the Stupid Business is that it sure can suck up every available second of the day and then some.

For example: I sat down at the tube over an hour and a half ago to relax and do some blogging. As is my habit, I checked my work e-mail to see if anything needed tending to and ended up having an argument (via seventeen e-mails) with a colleague in India. Synopsis:

India: Hello, please? Provide you must the part number.

Me: The part number is 1234; it's right there on the form.

India: A part number I do not have with which to be working on.

Me: It's right there on the form, "1234" in cell C14, the field labeled "Part
Number"

India: Cell C13 is labeled "Part Number". Cell C14 reads "1234"

Me: Right. The part number is 1234, as it shows in cell C14.

India: Recognize I do not "Part Number" in cell C13 as a valid part number.
Please advise.

Me: The part number is 1234. Please process the request.

India: Hello, please? Provide you must the part number.

At this point in my "Who's on First" routine with Yoda's bastard child, I opened the browser and booked a flight to Bangalore. Guess who is going to have my boot in his ass in about forty-eight hours.....unless The Boss doesn't approve the travel (times are hard, after all).

AAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH! This kind of siht goes on seven nights a week. Note to self: steer clear of the Stupid (automotive) Business.

I gotta sleep now. We'll have words again soon.