Flukes...You Know I Hate 'Em

Minutes before I was about to head to a quick lunch this morning a problem popped up that I had to deal with.
I took care of what needed to be done immediately - though there was more work ahead of me - and quickly gulped down my lunch and hurried back to spend a few hours trying to fix a problem that turned out to not actually be much of a problem at all.
Basically it was a minor bug, easily dealt with, that through a fluke managed to seem like a much more widespread problem than it actually was.
So that's good news in one way, but irritating news in another, as it means I essentially wasted three hours that could have been spend doing anything other than wasting time trying to fix a problem that wasn't really a problem.
*Sigh*
As long as the looming "snow storm" doesn't cancel his flight tomorrow, Scott should back on Sunday.
Brian called in sounding like ass and said that the antibiotics he got should supposedly have him hale and hearty enough to come in on Sunday, so it looks like it's just one more day of not having the regular complement of weekenders.
I msyelf am feeling a bit under the weather. I've got a slight fever, a little cognitive fuzziness, and my throat feels odd. Not sore, exactly, just sort of...thick, like there's some kind of coating or something.
Oh well, I guess I'll just have to count on Vitamin C, sleep, and the desire to not be sick to get me through once again, seeing as how calling in sick tomorrow isn't an option.
That actually reminds me of an expression I came up with a few weeks back, which may just become my new motto: Failure is not an option...it comes standard.
My previous motto, which was also a Jon original (so far as I know) had been "The most firmly held ideals must be tempered with a healthy dose of fatalism," which is a tad wordy and a bit on the cerebral side, though that's hardly surprising.
Another axiom I once saw on a sign in a store also had a considerable appeal to me: If at first you don't succeed, quit! No sense being a damn fool about it.
I used to have a friend who was gay who once said, "If it doesn't fit, force it. That's my motto." I responded, "It would pretty much have to be."
...and the day drags on...