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So okay, I was totally planning on hosting an Advice Smackdown today.
(Collective groans from the readers who know exactly where this is headed.)
No, really! I was! I had questions lined up! Advice at the ready! I just needed to take care of this one tiny thing at work first.
And it was tiny. I needed exactly three words added to a particular web site. Three words! And two of them were hypenated!
But as it turns out, the Only Person who knew how to add these three words to this particular web site has left the company, leaving a Jurassic Park-like trail of secrets and mystery and missing web forms in his wake.
After two hours (no really, TWO HOURS) of sitting at some IT guy's desk while he searched and DOS'd and SQL'd his way through our interwebnet infrastructure, trying to find a way to add my three stupid annoying words, he finally admitted that it would easier if we just REBUILT THE ENTIRE PAGE.
Which is taking HOURS. All of which I have spent at his desk, staring at his wall calendar, counting the days until every major pregnancy milestone I can think of.
Then I finally got to come back to my desk for a few minutes, where I was greeted with some unbelievable news from Miss Zoot. This news freaked me out so much that I immediately had to drive to McDonald's where I consumed approximately 347 Chicken McNuggets.
I feel calmer now, but a little gassier.
And now I must go back to IT guy's desk. How lucky for him.
Advice Smackdown tomorrow? Ya think? What's Vegas have to say about my odds on following through with a single blessed thing? Place your bets now at firstname.lastname@example.org.