It's always dangerous, I think, to have too much fun on the weekend. Aside from grossly overeating, I had a fabulous time this past weekend, celebrating my birthday for three solid days and enjoying visiting with friends, none of whom I get to see as often as I'd like.

And presents! I got presents! Not the least of which were the Season One Doctor Who DVDs! Because the R.C. is a wunnerful human being, she sat patiently while I watched four episodes last night. (I'm hoping she comes to enjoy the New Doctor Who, but I'm not trying to force her to watch it. But it was my birthday, so I got to pick what I wanted to watch.)

But today sucks.

Apparently UPStefan was off work on Friday and whoever took over his route didn't have his keys, because the shipment that I absolutely needed to go out on Friday was still sitting there, waiting for me, when I came in this morning. I've had to reship it using 2nd Day instead of 3-day and eventually I'll have to listen to Bernie bitch about the extra cost, which we won't be able to pass along to the client.

Something's wrong with my phone and it only rings about half a ring before it rolls all of my calls to voicemail. (Actually, I sort of like that. The phone has rung four times today and three times it was a machine with an "important call for you" if you'll just hold on until a human being is available to speak with you. I hung up on all three of them instantly.)

The Pushy Client who has one more job that needs to be done this week sent her text without her graphics and the links she wants in the mailing are broken. (Also, I had to spend half an hour going through and cleaning up my mailing list because I don't have time to use the fancy-schmancy automated system run by the guy who's only in town every other week and allow me to mention just how much I like having the wonders of automation available to me at all times except for those moments when I need to use them.)

There are workmen in the other half of the suite, preparing to build the wall to split this suite into two different office spaces. They've been supposed to be doing this since last February and I can't tell you how thrilled I am that they picked today to come in with their power saws and nail guns and whatnot. Also that they are using my shipping cartons, full of expensive electronic equipment, as tables for their tools. And that they have the power to half the lights in the main part of the suite disconnected.

Bernie called asking if I could "reset" the fax machine we had to move out of that other half of the suite last week, so he can test the fax machine he's installing, for some insane reason, in his mother's apartment. No, Bernie, I cannot "reset" the fax machine. As I have been trying to get through your skull for the past six months, we require a converter in order to use the analog fax machine on a digital phone line. This is why the fax machine continued to live in the other half of the suite long after we ceased paying rent on that space. This is a converter that our phone supplier earnestly assures me they can provide with no problem but which I have thus far been unable to force them to disgorge.

Also?

I am old.