Again with another meeting. Today's is at 8:30. It feels like the past week has been one long continuous meeting. Nothing at all is resolved from from the past 3 and I can't imagine this one solving anything. More lip service...more innuendo and blatant accusations...and more drama.
Thankfully we have an architect coming to this one so there will be a reprieve for a few minutes at least. My dining room table is covered with drafts & plans I've been marking up fast & furious. People want change I am going to give them some. Lots of it and it's not going to be cheap. All this bickering and negativity over the past week has cost me sleep and peace of mind so the least I can is return the favor with a few thousand dollars worth of revisions. My red pen and highlighter is obscenely low on ink. This makes me smile. If I can't drive a vehicle through the front of a building to drive home a point I can damn sure drive people crazy with lot's of tiny details. Payback is a bitch and so am I.
So around 9:00 this morning I want everyone to think about me sitting all innocent and sweet in another meeting. Perfect Pookie will smile, make affirmative comments, and nod his pretty blonde head in agreement just to pass the time. And then I will ever so gently hand over my revisions which will make my life a lot easier but drive others crazy. The pen (my red one) really is more powerful than the sword. Or Betty Broderick's SUV in this case.