Not a Good Plan, Man...

I received an email from Big Boss today, which began with congratulations.  Why?  It seems that I was chosen for an upcoming...duty.  Said duty was described somewhat in detail, and the email ended with "c'mon, Renn!  It'll be FUN!"

The truth is, said task is neither something fun nor something deserving congratulations.  It is, in essence, a large bucket of "Dance, Monkey, Dance!", and I have apparently been thrust the smallest straw.  [Notice that I did not use the phrase "drawn the smallest straw", as I know how interoffice bullcrap works.  I never would have volunteered for this.]

Within the next few weeks, I am being sent to the Dark Forces of our parent company to, in essence, justify Destrukto's existence and explain why we operate the way we do.  I'm fairly certain that Big Boss is on the verge of an aneurysm erupting.  Seriously.  Does he not recall the past year with me?  Or the past TEN, for that matter?  Am I really the person he wants there?  Dude must want us all to be fired.

To top it all off, I am not talking to someone who does what I do.  Nope, not even close.  I am talking to computer programmers.  [People who know me in real life are crying from laughter now...] 

I am also pretty sure I am smack in the middle of a raging case of PMS.  I generally either get sick or mean, people.  Know what?  I'm feeling pretty good these days...

I hope the CP they send me wears a cup; he will probably need it.