Despite the HellDay, no calls last night. Definitely one of the worst week's of my “career” in years.
There's definitely going to be a different approach used regarding my projects handed to the staff
-mainly reminding my manager to do his job and supervise the staff. Then there's weekend change
coordination/notification by staff and dealing with Operations. Emails sent. Meetings to come.
The Healing Day
DoctorDiabla sees no sinus infection and chalks it up to all the mold in the air.
She switched me to an anihistimine spray. Just the rest from last night to today alone killed the headache.
I hit Twisted Root for lunch and their “pickle bar” today featured Piña Colada pickles.
Sweet -about like butter pickles but, I didn't taste any coconut. The Atomic pickles still reign supreme.
I'm going to rest up again tomorrow -probably will go into the office.
By Wednesday, I'll be ready to visit some of the beer I smuggled back from Anaheim. Sure I was deluged with
work and the conference but some things are too important to ignore -especially with someone else paying the luggage fee.
Now the machines call someone else to say they’re broken.