My boss has been changed three times this week as our company reorganizes.

Monday I was handed a project that requires 135 days to accomplish, based only on the time required to run the experiements. The deadline? April 30th.

The above project also required 145 inches of the formation rock (oil well core sample from 3120 meters below the surface). I was sent 18 inches and told to reuse it as much as possible. The test involves dissolving the rock in acid. Until I fully develop God-like powers reusing the core sample is not possible.

The salesman who came up with this project does not speak English other than "It make $30 million!", which my boss(es?) thought overrode my arguements based on the laws of nature.

At home, I read a fairy tale to DD1 that involved a dragon with glowing eyes and every night this week she's woken up, seen the LED on the smoke detector and come running to our bedroom in tears that a dragon is trying eat her. This usually occurs around 3am.

At this point I'm surviving on caffeine and motrin. I call it my, "Yo! Up here on the ceiling!" diet...

-Blast, who needs just needs a little time to unwind...50 feet of cannon fuse!