i got into work around 8 this morning because i couldn't sleep. i knew it was going to be a big, bad, long day. i was still waiting for a whole bunch of proposals/modified proposals for the next couple of marketing campaigns from vendors and i needed to tie everything up before tomorrow since i'm out at the client tomorrow and then we're presenting on thursday.
well, i just left work. i worked 15 hours today. yipes!
i feel good about the changes to the plan though. some things are pretty "out of the box" and i had a helluva time fitting them into our little planning-spreadsheet framework. i emailed the whole damn modified plan to the guy that's been training me, dropped him an IM (he logged on again from home around 10:45 pm) and told him i was giving up for the night.
i think he was astonished that i was still at work!
it probably wouldn't have taken him as long since he didn't have to keep referring back to what was bought before (he probably knows that offhand) and he knows how to massage proposals into the planning spreadsheet. ugh. maybe working a big fat day like that will further persuade them that i need a helper monkey and pronto!

at least i'm glad about how it turned out.

i should have also worked a ton on the big strategy presentation that i'm giving next week. i worked on that a lot last week while waiting for the Q1 + Q2 proposals. and i worked on it more on the train to and from michigan. and i worked on it so much that the stupid presentation grew to 55 slides, which is ridiculous and not even thinkable for a client presentation.

luckily i had a really good meeting with the rest of the team around 4 pm today about how we're going to tie everything we're doing in the strategy presentation together. i guess i get to work late tomorrow night on that. ugh.

and to top it off, one of the most friendly people i've dealt with so far (and my pseudo-boss) isn't going to be working with me anymore because we're apparently going to be structured a bit differently. i guess we find out more thursday.

ugh.

i wish this past weekend would have been less stressful. i would have to say that working a 15 hour day today was less stressful than going through my crap and trying to get rid of things. no fun. *plus* when you are supposed to be getting rid of your beloved possessions there is a feeling of guilt for having so many in the first place. (sigh). i am too nostalgic.

right now i'm nostalgic for my apartment. let's blow this pop stand!