There was a big brouhaha this morning ignited by an email Crazy Employee sent out to her supervisor (The Information Superhighway), with cc's to Owner, Mr. Moneybags and me. The fact that she included me in her Molotov cocktail resulted in me being deeply involved in the whole situation. The upshot? I'm exhausted.
I'd started a humorous recounting of the four-hour fiesta of fun, but I find I'm too worn down now. It's hard to find humor when you feel like you've been run over by a truck, then the truck has backed up and run over you again a couple of times. I hope to reclaim my zest for tomfoolery tomorrow.