Semi-toothless dog

I’m trying to survive this week and make it in one piece to my vacation that starts on Saturday morning. It seems like my life is all about pressure right now. Mind if I make a top 10 List?

10 Reasons I’m stressed out from the pressure.

1- Pressure to perform a technically solid product demonstration on customer products I’ve never seen. If I do well, the customer buys. If I don’t do well…..
2- Pressure to perform a technically solid product demonstration on customer product that I’ve never seen with a brand spanking new GUI that seems to have more bugs than a cheap hotel.
3- Pressure to be at home on time to start my vacation on Saturday morning. The flight leaves at noon. I’ve packed a bag at home in case I don’t make it home on Friday evening.
4- Pressure to finish the demo on Friday. The customer is bringing a bucket load of product. Too much product. I’ve already told him that “That dog don’t hunt” and he’s trying to ignore me.
5- Pressure to go out drinking with the customer on Thursday night, but still stay sober enough to stagger back to the office to complete all the work we started on Thursday….and try to work ahead on Friday’s material…after a night of drinking.
6- Pressure to make a software package work as advertised…except I didn’t receive any English documentation…so it’s trial and error.
7- Pressure to get along with my co-worker, whom we shall call, “Boil”. Boil and I are opposites.
a. I started working young and went to night school for my education. Boil earned a PhD before starting to work and has since picked up a MBA. We would get along better if he was a little more confident in himself. (Me too I suppose)
b. I like to give measured responses to our customers. When I say “yes” it’s because the answer is “yes”. All Boil does is say “yes” no matter the question.
c. I could go on and on, but we’ll stop here, or soon this will be a list of the ten reasons I can’t get along with my Boil.
8- Pressure to remodel my house. I have a wiring job that I’ve not touched in months.
9- Pressure to get the garden going. So far…nada….
10- Pressure to remember everyone’s names. I actually forgot one of the grandkids names a few weeks ago. “So how’s, uh, uh, the youngest boy holding up?”
11- Pressure that my wives dog, the dog who just won’t die, is peeing all over my brand new carpet, right now. The dog belongs to my wife, and my wife had the dog before I came along. The dog is a small, semi-toothless, toy poodle. Need I say more?