Still doin' it. Two steps forward, one step back. Cuss and repeat.

After reloading all the Nut ads Tuesday (a "hard bounce" for each campaign"), I was told later that same afternoon that the absence of a closing slash / at the end of each URL was giving the fancy new software a migraine, so I reloaded (hard bounced) everything again.

Wednesday morning, I was reminded of a conversation I had with someone on March 25 and the casual decision I seem to have made (and promptly forgot) to put some special 'stuff' at the end of each URL for the new web pages to track campaign traffic a certain way. I've already hard-bounced about a third of the campaigns a third time. Webstrainer is so going to hate me.

I mean, I'd give it a pass and add this 'stuff' gradually over the next month, which would be easier on the campaigns, but NewBoss Anais is desperately anxious to see good results from her nearly year-long quest to get these new pages live (which is fair) and the 'stuff' in question captures about 70% of our data results so I'm going to hard-bounce the remainder of the campaigns tomorrow--under the theory that a long weekend is a better time to rearrange the universe yet again.

Also, I have a weird rash on my arms that's 99% likely to be dry skin as the result of over-exfoliating under the theory that if a little is good, a lot must be fabulous. It's not contagious and not spreading, but it's very unsightly.

I did not manage to fight off the determination of Bernie's newest client to make me rush through loading the Dollar Funhouse's Funhouse campaign--didn't have to. They decided on their own to let it wait a couple of weeks.

What they decided to do instead was demand that I load an entirely new campaign--one I have neither researched nor prepared. I lost the battle on that one, so that's my Saturday morning project (aside from hard-bouncing the rest of the 'Nut campaigns.)

A few minutes ago, Fun Bobby dropped copies of a notice from the office building's management company on everyone's desks. It seems that a client of one of the financial companies renting a suite on the first floor of the building has threatened to come back to the building with a gun and kill her and a lot of other people.

At this point, a bucket-load of stress has invited massive anxiety over and they're holding a party with a lot of tension. All over my nervous system.

I so want a vacation.

(Wait! I'm taking one! Cannot wait.)