The Mike Haddad Show: This is relevant to my interests.

I had a not so pleasant day at work today, and right now I want to just crawl into my bed and not wake up. The president of the company came to speak to me about the Software Recommendations I had submitted for the IT head. With the corporate rebranding in progress I've spent a lot of my time compiling a list of all the software installed on various computers and the hardware that the computers are running. Never mind setting up and administrating the email change over which for god knows whatever reason is far more complicated that it should have been. I've spent most of my time doing simple contact databases when I could have been working on something that would benefit the company at a greater level. This contact stuff should have been done long before the official launch of the new name, after the new software had been purchased and installed. However, it is not my place to openly criticize how people far more educated than myself run their company. I'm just taking all the lessons I'm learning home with me.

But I digress: the meeting with the president. El presidente. I was sitting with him going over the recommendations, finding it far harder to explain them than it should have been (probably due to the fact that I always tense up around people who have the money and power to run companies), when, of all things, my cell phone starts ringing. I'm surprised that I didn't die on the spot, or even go bright red. I just apologized and silenced the phone. Suffice to say the meeting was over quickly after that; I proceeded to phone Justin back and freak out at him. Turns out they were having their own issues that needed dealing with downtown.

I'm not going into detail, because its not my place and for once I'm going to respect that. I'm never getting my $30 back, but for this experience I figure it was worth it. I will talk about how upsetting some of the recent developments have been for me. Chris and I have been fighting; I don't even know over what. It's upsetting. Now he's downtown and inviting asking what I'm doing and talking about how much fun they're having down there, when they all know good and well that if I was to attempt to make it down there that I would die somewhere between Grand Blvd. and Ford Drive. I wouldn't make it onto the QEW, that much is for sure. I'm not positive he's trying to make me, although I'm pretty sure he is, and it's working.

I plan on reorganizing the side bar. I've added in a thing with the most recent comments, and as soon as I can I'm going to set up a second side-blog detailing the updates about The Mike Haddad Show Events. Technorati Support FINALLY emailed me back saying my blog was miscategorized and I should now be able to claim it. Well not yet, but I can wait a little bit. I mean, Technorati doesn't do me that much good except for show me who has links pointing to me (and according to blogshares there aren't many anyways [I'll be adding more shares for purchase as soon as they fix the discrepancy]).

I had my first Bronze Medallion class today, which was not so pleasant for no reason other than the fact that the Quiznos' I had shoveled into my stomach before hand in an attempt to get something into my system. Well that was a big mistake, because after doing the first 10 lengths in the endurance swim all the Quiznos wanted to do was get OUT of my system, leaving me with a splitting headache and the feeling of vomit moving around my digestive system if I shifted positions for the next 30 minutes. It wasn't pleasant. I have to say that there was one really cute boy in my class. As inappropriate as it is to mention said fact (I'm sure Chris will have a fit), I felt it necessary. Not that anything would ever happen. Unless I suddenly take up the habit of seducing boys that are younger than me, in which case you can expect that it will not only be pon bed, pon floor, against wall, but probably across bench, over desk and in car too. But that's unlikely because you all know that I don't think ANY of you are ready for THIS jelly.