Missing Person: Found

If anyone's been wondering where I've been this past month (minimal bloggage, no email responses, rare callbacks), I'll sum it up this way: in the last pay period, I worked 139 hours. The normal corporate workweek is 40 hours, or 80 per pay period. Yeah, that sucked.

I would like to thank ever-patient Husband for his understanding, sympathy, readiness with a bottle of wine, and willingness to drive all the way to my office to bring me dinner when I pulled a 17-hour day.

I would like to thank Awesome Admin Merideth for not only being my own personal enforcer when the office ass-hats tried to take advantage of me, but also for jumping in and actually taking tasks away from me because, let's face it, I suck at delegating and my control-freakishness cannot permit me to ask anyone else to do something to help me out.

In contrast, I would like to light Evil Coworker on fire for his contributions to my own personal hell. I used to just not like him. However, my sentiments in recent days have crossed the line to pure unadulterated hatred.

I am wiped out, I am exhausted, my brain is pretty well fried, and I think I've developed a permanent hunch from slouching over my computer for a month. But it's over. The submittal is gone, it's out of my hands, and I'd like to put it all behind me now. Not to trivialize, but I suppose this is what it feels like to be released from a hostage situation.