So, I worked until 1:30AM on Valentine's Day, setting off the start of a long week.

Not that I had plans anyway that day, since unforseen events shot them down even before work.

In the mean time, a good friend of mine, who's very nervous about her job and being responsible and doing well, was busy being told by her date that the department that she worked for wasn't going to last and could be replaced at any time, and generally wasn't needed anyway. Obviously this didn't go well, and they didn't even get to the food part of the dinner before she wanted to go home. That fucking asshole.

Aside from the fact that he is wrong, which is an entirely different issue, that's not a Valentine's Day dinner conversation. Though it reveals a shittiness in him that may be telling. I liked the guy because she liked the guy, but this makes me not like him at all now. It might be one thing if it were at all true, but it isn't. Her department is very neccessary to the company, and they can't be replaced at all, no matter what the rest of the company did. It just wouldn't work.

But that isn't the point. If you care about the person, and she's feeling insecure about her job, you don't fucking tell her on Valentine's Day that. AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!

Meanwhile, I'm working until the late hours of the morning on a job that's been mismanaged, and dealing with some reall annoying people who are supposed to be helping me, but instead are not getting their work done and setting me farther behind.

And to add injury to injury, after months of practice, my took and failed her driving test yesterday. There was construction on the road, and she didn't think she could get past it safely until another car passed, so she stopped to wait for them to go. The DMV guy said she should have gone, and known it was safe to go. Instant fail. This made me pretty sad, because she is a good driver, and perfectly safe and law-abiding. I probably would have done the same thing. Now, even though she doesn't say it, I think she's now even more unconfident in her driving.

We finally finished our big job this morning in spite of all the problems from the other people I've been working with setting me behind. It was a relief, but not a satisfying one.

After working about 80 hours a week for the past month, 7 days a week, and I got to drive home with a raging headache, skipping dinner, and going straight to bed. I couldn't even celebrate with friends, and my wife was in bed asleep already.

But luckily, I get to start or a mammoth list of things at home I haven't gotten done for the past month and start doing them. And I'm being bugged about taxes already.