Hit Me With Your Best Shot

I wish I had something fun to report from our Admin. Professionals luncheon, but it was uneventful.  Owner has been very depressed lately, so he sat at the head of the table like a zombie.  He did manage to take a couple of shots at me.  Some of my co-workers patted me on the back, but no need.  I'm very tough.

 

I never, ever let people see what rattles my cage.  Hubby knows.  My mom knows some of them, but beyond that, I keep my vulnerabilities to myself.  That's partly how I was able to maintain a relationship with Former Friend for so long.  Owner is like a little boy who loves to pull little girls' pigtails.  I happened to be on the receiving end this time. 

I had a database meltdown on Wednesday afternoon; I thought I'd lost about 160 records.  Fortunately, I was able to get in touch with IT Boy and he restored it before the server could save the new, screwed-up file.

Most of the office is out today, having a good time.  The Ladies' Man, Loathsome, The Hemorrhoid Guy, Crazy Employee, Mr. Moneybags and the Foot Lady are all out.  This might be a very good day to get back to the database.  Silence.

Just for the record, I didn't mean to imply that I'm sorry to have lost the relationship with Former Friend.  I was relieved.  My therapist said I should write something more direct and to the point.  She thinks it would be therapeutic.  I'm considering it.