At work, I deal with information that is downloaded out of an AS400. The information is supposed to be in there at least 90days ahead of time. January's information was late but I quickly got what I needed and sent out the results to the people waiting on it.

I have been patiently waiting for about two weeks on February information. We were assured that both February and March information would be available to us today. Not to mention the fact that I have already missed my first deadline to turn in February information to a client.

I get to work and I download the information that the AS400 gave me for February. I import it into my automated excel spreadsheets and start formatting and highlighting changes from last month. Then my boss walks in and says... "Well, all the February information in the system is wrong and it didn't upload correctly. Don't do anything with the information until you get an email from me saying it is fixed."

So. Again. I'm back to patiently waiting. Although, I have to say, my patience is quickly running out. I have just about decided that they need to pay me more to be this bored.

I found the picture of the dog on Google and it reminded me of Char Cole. When my parents were still living in Houston, my dad would call before he left work to say he was on his way home. My mother would tell Char Cole that "Daddy's coming home."

That sweet baby would go to the dining room and sit in the window waiting for Daddy to drive up in front of the house. When he laid down, his chin was the exact height as the window sill. It was the cutest thing to see him sitting there resting his chin on the window sill waiting for his daddy.