Grrr.

I am in the world's worst mood today.
It didn't start out that way, but it's definitely on it's way to being a World Class Funk.
And I have a meeting tonight. Yes. Another 10 hour day.
Joy.

What do rocket scientists call really difficult things?

I now have 111 userpics spaces to play with. That's a lot. I've only used 92. I so want the programs and whatnot off my other computer so I can create things. Because I have 19 pic spaces to fill. They're calling to me.

FYI, I'm not in my funky, murderous mood anymore. It didn't turn murderous until after my drawn-out conversation with my manager. I'm still not quite sure what he's talking about sometimes when he talks to me. He doesn't answer my questions, he just talks around them. Weird. I'm not asking for the meaning of life, I just want to know how you're going to deal with the employee who thinks she can come in whenever she wants.

This isn't rocket science.