Update to this entry: It finally dawned on the Powers That Be that I'm hanging out here by the short ones while everyone else is getting pissed at me. And all of this work was dumped on me by someone who left in a hurry. Not that it matters (everyone's still pissed at me), but at least the lights are coming on.
It's too bad I'm a nice guy. I'd love to explain this to them and not leave out the four-letter words. It's like living in a Dilbert cartoon. (That image courtesy of darth_firefly).