Sleep. All I Want Is Sleep.

I was really hoping today would be a quiet day at work where I could let my brain sleep while my awake body collected exorbitant Mad Phat Gubmint Chex.  It has been a long week:

1) I have discovered the Strategic Wanker Reserve (SWR).
2) Based on observations and conversations, the SWR is deeply offended to their quasi-academic core by the sight of hardhats.
3) Because of the their leverage (budget), they are able to command such things as "Do not work in/near/effecting our spaces when we are even thinking about our spaces".
4) I have been starting work at the unholy hour of 0430 for the last four days and working twelve hour days because normal work still happens after SWR shifted work occurs.  Overtime is not sufficient compensation for this.
5) A sterling representative of the SWR poked me in the chest and ordered me to do something.  I react poorly to both of these actions individually, when combined it gets my Special Attention.  I explained in withering, precise, irrefutable detail how he was up shit creek, this situation was undeniably proof in my hand his fault, and that he could go fuck himself non-stop until 2014 if he could find his dick.  His asshole, since it is the entirety of his being, is very easy to find.
6) After months and months of skinflintery, the pursestrings have been cut loose and it seems every job everywhere needs to be done RIGHT NOW.  I understand the logic behind the use-it-or-lose-it end of year binge spending of budgets but it still strikes me as three shades of retarded every time.
7) Just because people don't like the fact that I found "problems" does not mean that they are not there.  Attempts to behave as if said problems are not there causes me to get tetchy, especially after three days of the SWR and little sleep.

One more hour of work and I can go home and take a nap.