*clunk*

[tdisdead]

This nasty progress report/new request proposal I've been going batshit about for the past couple of weeks is now due Friday. I was sitting pretty, quite happy with today until I made a series of realizations.

• Our shared drive went down. I've just heard it might not be easily recoverable, if at all.
• This progress report requires a metric ton of attachments.
• All my attachments were on the shared drive.
• I cannot connect to our printer since the network is dead.
• My initial draft lives on the shared drive. Its bastard twin lives in my email, which thankfully did not die.
• All my archived emails for this project live on the shared drive.
• Programs has absolutely no idea what they really want to fund nor do they know how to talk in any way, shape, or form that will get us more money.
• They will give me all their information with this understanding missing.

It has now gotten so bad I can't stop laughing. I just returned from a meeting where I made overt references to killing members of our executive team and requested no videos be taken as they may incriminate me in a court of law. My boss gave me alcohol in her office. The sky is falling.

I just shat the proverbial brick.