So, I got narrowly missed by a collapsing part of the tower we're working on, after a solid night of dreams concerning a very small Jeff (the psycho I fired a few weeks back, who has sworn revenge, bought a gun, and disappeared) biting at my ankles while I try to fix the air conditioner.
I've been late with damn near EVERYTHING, because my boss doesn't seem to think that there's any limit to what can be assigned to one person...So I just gave up and do shit when I feel like it. My crew approves, as they're feeling a little overworked, too. We're a jolly bunch, but don't leave us alone with your kids or old folks. Neither come out all that well after we work a bit of our mojo on 'em when you're not looking. Well, a few come out BETTER, but that's not how you bet.