Stressed Out!

I've been having a really bad day at work. Nay, a really bad week. There was a big install slated for the weekend and people are running around like crazy folks waving their arms and screaming like they're on fire...while my team is trying to get things in order so the install doesn't crash and burn (although it was announced yesterday that it is being rescheduled...but things are still crazy). I've been working ridiculous hours and have had plans every night after work. I've spent a total of 20 seconds in my apartment all week, and I spent them baking cookies for a co-worker's last day at the office (sidenote: in the past two weeks, we've lost four people from my group because it obviously sucks to work on the team I'm on. There are currently FIVE open positions on my team, so eight of of are sharing the work. No, make that seven, because one guy was out due to back surgery. And don't even get me started about the people on the team that don't pull their weight).

ANYWAY.

E stopped down to chat for a minute and the first words out of her mouth:

"Damn! You're having a fantastic hair day!"

Sometimes she knows exactly what to say.