It's only a Monday

Good morning.
So, it's Monday. I worked most of the weekend. Not at big, ugly, blue place, but here. Getting ready for really important meeting Wednesday (cue the music).

So, there's this group that we've been trying to attract for a long time. I mean a really, really long time. Well, we got the nod a few weeks ago that they might try us on to see how we fit, they'd need some things first.

Step one.
Mayhem. Madness. Elation.

Step two.
Repeat step one.

Step three.
Scrambled for a week obtaining all the necessary documents in a timely way.

Step four.
Dropped off documents at their office. Made polite small talk, ahem. Right.
Well, met with final lady who comes to sniff us out. On the wall behind her is a printout of Milton from Office Space. Holy crap, I started laughing. Thought for sure that would be the end of it, but we joked politely about the humor of red, Swingline staplers, cubicles, and the like. Very congenial. Don't screw it up, Frac. Keep it together. Meeting scheduled, checklist and criteria handed over. Great.

Step five.
Look at enormous list of things that need to get done in FIVE days. Well, at least we had five days to get them done.

Step 6-9.
Well, we got most of the stuff done, still have 36 hours to get the rest, then it's hope for the best.