back-handed compliments

Yesterday, my immediate manager came to visit me. She had that deer in the headlight expression on her face, but since she had a pile of what was obviously work to give to me, I didnt' make the assumption that I was being fired again.

The news wasn't bad really, but then I like to be tied up occasionally as well.

Seems that I have been assigned to a project with mega-short deadlines - one that's been tossed around like a ticking bomb, as nobody else wanted to handle it any more. Instead of writing policies, I'll be writing underwriting procedures.  All of them. 

The only drawback is that I have about three weeks to finish the whole thing.

According to my manager, I was requested to be the lucky slob to write the procedures as I was considered "the strongest writer" in the department. (Does that come with more money?)

So I think my plan to cut back on caffeine is going to have to wait until April. Something else will have to go during Lent. Probably sex. Or sleep.