Turns out that last week's surprisingly good and productive day was the product of the rush of manic energy my body experienced before it succumbed to whatever plague virus is circling our office.

I fell apart last Wednesday, struggled through Thursday and Friday, spent most of the weekend curled up in a chair (with the humidifier going), and managed to get most of my brain functional by Monday morning.

I thought I was better today. I took a Tylenol PM last night and slept well, so I woke up feeling better than I have for the last week. But now it's not even noon and I'm exhausted again.

Some of that is probably residual (I still have congestion and a slight cough) and some of it is 'Nut-inspired.

They're putting the pressure on. Jason is feeling it--so he's putting the pressure on Vela. She's feeling the stress--I think that's why she succumbed to the plague last week. It's been a tough week here at Marketing Central.

The Assorted 'Nuts are all wigging out because they have no business.

Yes, leads are still up. But they still don't like those leads. They still don't want those leads. They still want different leads. Somehow, in the middle of an economic collapse, these people have the nerve to bitch and complain because their leads aren't precisely, exactly the sort of thing that's easiest and most profitable for them.

One guy, hired to handle phone calls for a "virtual location" is bitching because he has to actually talk to people on the phone. He thinks we should have a better system.

Another guy (MadBoy, who else?) wants us to find a way to divide "business" versus "residential" inquiries because he's too good to do residential jobs. And, by the way, he's dying on the vine for lack of leads.

I'm exhausted, just contemplating this level of stupidity.

Also, yesterday I signed the form that confirmed my pay cut.