miss me. i know you miss me bliiiiiiiind

I'm back, ladies and germs. I'm refreshed and tanned (um, as well as a Scottish/Irish person can tan) and I'm no longer immersed in the snit to end all snits.

How do I know I had a relaxing vacation? The fact that the 294 emails waiting for me at work this morning didn't even phase me. Further proof was that one of them was from a real pain in the ass in the business development department who, for reasons beyond my comprehension, has decided that I'm her go-to person for everything. I merely smirked at her ridiculous request instead of throwing a hairy conniption.

I don't mind being considered accommodating and helpful and shit but her questions make my head hurt. Primarily because she phrases them in a way that reminds of that homeless dude played by Damon Wayans on In Living Color. "The reciprocation of the juxtaposition of the emancipation of the amalgamated quid pro quo..."

You know, that sort of thing. Ow. But whatevs, I'm feeling recharged so I won't tear her a new one... until at least Wednesday.

I have lots of work and personal shit to catch up on as you can imagine but I promise to regale you with tales of my vacation as soon as possible. In the meantime, here are a few pictures. More to come!