I had fish tacos for lunch (very nice). I get a bottle of Jim Beam at the ABC store (very nice), get a big cookie from the cookie lady (super extra very nice), come back to the office and I have 100000 voicemails, 30 emails looking for me about a project that someone else has f'ed up and somehow I get to fix on Friday afternoon. Now I sit here in a video conference trying to save a coworkers ass, satisfy a client and keep my boss from having a stroke. Which is very hard because I don't like the client or the co-worker. The king of friday has been slayed. DAMMIT.