Screwed.

Ok, it's Saturday and it's almost six, and I am still here in the office and I haven't stepped on the floor of our house for 72 hours counting. I thought I had my weekend figured out, I'll go to the TM reunion so meticulously planned and just relax on Saturday and Sunday. But alas, unforeseen circumstances emanates sometimes and you just find yourself plain screwed.

I was just assigned to a new team weeks ago, and I was not given a chance to test the waters - I was just thrown in without a life jacket... or something like that. Anyway, I'm still oblivious on what to do, and I just expect my boss to do a verb which is pretty close to sounding like "tire" on my proverbial corporate ass.

Oh well, this is life. It's sometimes bite you in the ass.

At any rate... I am screwed. Big time. T_T

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Updates:
Ok, it's Sunday. I am still working my ass off. Donal (my Irish boss), found me working on a friggin' Sunday and I think he feels sorry for my scrawny ass for having to work it off on a fine, even glorious Sunday morning. I need to muster all my strength and do this!

Ahuhuhuh, and I also need all the help I can get because I am no frigggggn' James Gosling.

SCREWED!