You discover that one of your most critical subcontractors on your biggest, most high-profile project in company history is operating out of a two-car garage.
Your boss hasn't even started his cost projections for his 7:30 AM Monday meeting.
You're going to have to be the one that fixes said cost projections, which probably won't be given to you until 3 PM.
Your stomach is already hurting. Again.
Your cell phone starts acting freaky with screen flashing like a scene out of Poltergeist.
It's only 8:30 AM.
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It's Friday, I'll pray that it gets better or at least there is a drink involved in lunch!
That's when you get up from your desk, go to the nearest airport, and head the the frozen tundra. We'll drink sicilian kisses until the sun comes up.
Or, we can have a virtual drink around 5 central time.
Crossing my fingers that all signs don't point to shitty day.
go to the light, carol ann.
Too Funny Mitzi. I was going to say "theyyy're heeeere." :)
Remind your boss to check his math, and drop the phone in the toilet (the poltergeists hate that!) then go get a new (better) one.
Lemons- Lemonade.
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