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...like I've been et by a b'ar and shat over a cliff. Perhaps I have the ick that's going around. Part of the problem is I never get enough rest anymore. Half the people in the office have some form of ick or another. I'm contributing a sinus infection to the general germ broth.
Friday was a very bad, very self-destructive day for me. I've been really busy at the temp job lately, and Friday I was helping put together a big presentation for Monday. I'll spare you the Keystone Kops comedy of errors, but let's just say that I made my usual mistake of working straight through the day with no breaks. The only food I had was a (sugary) cinnamon roll for breakfast and then handsful of leftover Halloween candy for the rest of the day. My brain started to whack out on me. I had a problem between Word and PowerPoint (do NOT get me started) and spent almost two hours futilely trying to resolve it. At about 3 p.m. I was trying to bind the presentation when the little plastic comb binding slipped off the machine and when whanging across the room. I shrieked and then started to laugh and couldn't stop. This isn't going to make anybody write sonnets about my professionalism. But they were pretty understanding, seeing as how I hadn't had any food or breaks all day. ( Lord, how the girl does go on. )
Friday was a very bad, very self-destructive day for me. I've been really busy at the temp job lately, and Friday I was helping put together a big presentation for Monday. I'll spare you the Keystone Kops comedy of errors, but let's just say that I made my usual mistake of working straight through the day with no breaks. The only food I had was a (sugary) cinnamon roll for breakfast and then handsful of leftover Halloween candy for the rest of the day. My brain started to whack out on me. I had a problem between Word and PowerPoint (do NOT get me started) and spent almost two hours futilely trying to resolve it. At about 3 p.m. I was trying to bind the presentation when the little plastic comb binding slipped off the machine and when whanging across the room. I shrieked and then started to laugh and couldn't stop. This isn't going to make anybody write sonnets about my professionalism. But they were pretty understanding, seeing as how I hadn't had any food or breaks all day. ( Lord, how the girl does go on. )
