The last two days have kicked my rear end, so sorry for not getting to the second installment of the UW Saga. I promise it will be good, and I don't want to half-ass it.
Yesterday, I got an email from the Fortune 100 company that I applied with that I'm moving into the next phase of the process. After I regained my composure and changed my undies, I spent a few hours with my friend that recommended me for the position going over the job duties, the corporate lingo, and all that good stuff. My mind was absolutely on overload last night.
I also had to basically throw together an article on a recycling plant tour that I took, oh, back in the fall. The marketing department was nice enough to give me a few hours' notice (note heavy sarcasm) but overall the article turned out pretty nice. Well, except for the picture of my big fat butt on the Internet. Talk about an ego killer.
Today it was fixing accounting issues, returning subcontracts, and preparing to be gone after lunchtime tomorrow. This is the big weekend where we bring Nick home. I probably won't sleep a wink tonight. Or tomorrow night. Or Saturday night, but for a whole different reason since Nick will be alone for the first time in his little life.
So, since I feel a migraine aura circling my eyes, I'm going to bid you hasta lasagna.