Quiet evening...
Sep. 16th, 2003 09:59 pmTonight I spent a few hours in my bedroom hacking away on documents for work. I usually don't take my work home with me, but there's the small problem that these and several other major batches of paperwork are due before the 25th. This wouldn't be a problem but next week I'm out of the office for training so I'll have no productivity at all in the final hours of the countdown. So I have to do it at home. If I don't I'll either have to stay late at the office this week -- something I don't consider to be an option, given how much I hate that place -- or I will fail to meet the deadline. At the risk of sounding cliche, "failure is not an option" at this juncture. At least I don't want it failing on my behalf -- I think it'll fail just fine on its own, so I want to make sure I hold up my end so the blame cannot fall on my shoulders. Thus I did round one of my papework tonight. Round two I will tackle tomorrow at the office, and I'll bring round three home with me and hopefully have it done by this time tomorrow night. If all goes well I can have things submitted by Friday and be done about four days ahead of time. Then I can sit back and coast through my training courses, and enjoy them for what they are: a chance to get out of the office and away from the seventh circle of hell that it has become for me.
I lead such an exciting life. Wasn't I supposed to be flying an invisible jet or something by this point?
Now that you've made yourself love me
I lead such an exciting life. Wasn't I supposed to be flying an invisible jet or something by this point?
Now that you've made yourself love me
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Date: 2003-09-16 08:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-17 07:28 am (UTC)Feren: "Are you ever going to give me a raise?"
Boss: "No."
Feren: *grump* "I'm leaving you tied up."
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Date: 2003-09-17 08:08 am (UTC)Thuper!
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Date: 2003-09-17 08:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-17 08:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-17 11:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-17 11:28 am (UTC)I am most certainly not Wonderwoman. I believe that a number of my neighbors can (unfortunately) attest to the fact that I don't, errr, "fit the part."
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Date: 2003-09-17 12:29 pm (UTC)...how would you be able to work the controls? They'd have to be all differently shaped so you could tell them apart. Also you wouldn't be able to read the gauges, unless they had touchable moving parts or something. And everything would have to be labeled in Braille! And you'd have to learn Braille!
And besides, wouldn't everyone be able to see you sitting in the cockpit anyway? "Oh look, it's a panther flying through the air in a seated position. He must be in an invisible plane!" You'd have to be invisible too or it wouldn't work at all!