A clear sign that Grandy needs a time-out is when the following conversations take place:
Him #1: When you're done typing away over there, come see me.
Me: Well since I have enough work to last me 3 years, I am guessing you might forget what you wanted to tell me by then so...tell me now.
Me: Do you have time to do this today? I need it ASAP.
Her: Could you tell me what my deadline is?
Me: How do I translate ASAP into minutes again?
Him#2: Please tell her I will be attending.
Me: I did. In the email you actually responded to.
Him#2: Oh, I must not have actually read it all.
Me: I haven't heard from you responding to my email requests.
Schmuck#1: How long have you been trying?
Me: 6 weeks
Schmuck#1: Ohhhh...yeahhhhh...ya see. We have been real busy and short staffed. Could you send me another email?
Me: And what should I put on THIS email that would trigger a response?
Schmuck#1: How about URGENT?
Me: How about "Bad Faith Lawsuit Pending"...will that work?
As I re-live these moments to share them here, I giggle. I suppose I am not ready to be completely committed just yet, because as long as I can still find the humor (regardless of if I can laugh at the time or not) I might still have a fighting chance.
Xanax anyone?? :-)