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It looks like I’m not only going to be working the Thursday and Friday after Christmas, but I was asked to postpone my Monday vacation day. So much for having the whole week of Christmas off… =\

This is really all because Jonathan was a pushover and did a bad job on managing his first project. He let the sales people walk all over him and not provide the content and other information we needed until the absolute last minute. Normally, those sort of delays will push back a launch date, but unwilling to disappoint Happy Camper, Jon Jon decided that we all need to work late, long hours, and put off vacation days.

Well, at least he wasn’t callous about it. He was whiny and overwhelmed and basically begged me to stay and help him.

With my already huge financial glitch and now having to work Monday, I’ve pretty much decided my trip to mom’s is going to have to be postponed. She will probably kill me, but I dunno… maybe it’s just karma serving her right for refusing to leave her house. Ugh.

I dread the phone call to tell her. I think I’m going to wait until later in the day tomorrow to see if by some miracle we actually have a handle on this site after all. It really would be a miracle. I shouldn’t be journaling now… I shouldn’t be thinking about going to bed… but I’m tired, and I’m making stupid mistakes that I won’t make in the morning when I feel better rested.

Anyway… night all.

I don’t know what you’re looking for
You haven’t found it baby, that for sure
You rip me up and spread me all around
In the dust of the dead of time
And this is not a case of lust, you see
It’s not a matter of you versus me
It’s fine the way you want me on your own
But in the end it’s always me alone

And I’m losing my favorite game
You’re losing your mind again
I’m losing my favorite game
I’ve tried but you’re still the same
I’m losing my baby
You’re losing a savior and a saint