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mandolinI feel like my brain has been fried. Somewhat productive at work today, what with chasing down defects and all, but with 15 minutes to go, I really don't want to do the replace job I've just been handed. (mainly because they want us to take out the "Skip To Navigation" links when all I see are "Skip to Central Content" links, which is probably the same thing)
I got up and went to the ladies' room when I heard the cleaning lady coming, because despite the fact that the floor was clear, I didn't want to hear a rant. (I still don't know if she's kidding. I just think she doesn't like me, because she's so cheery with most everyone else.)
One of my favorite earrings fell off somewhere on the third floor of the building.
I can't find the latest draft of the volunteer schedule I'm managing for the picnic and am freaking.
I have to pack for Ireland tonight, and am still a bit lost as to what to pack (aside from the fact that the highest projected temperatures for Galway are in the mid-60's, which means long pants, the fact that I'm going to need my walking shoes, and that I'll need at least one long skirt in case we go someplace that requires better than jeans and khakis).
Still waiting on confirmation from someone that yes, I am supposed to delete the "Skip to Central Content" links.
God, I just want to go HOME.
You know, I know this is going to be a vacation. Feels more like I'm waiting for an anvil to hit. I really need to snap out of this.
Edit: Oh, look, I can leave now. No confirmation yet. Don't care, I can check them all in tomorrow. I am out of here.
I got up and went to the ladies' room when I heard the cleaning lady coming, because despite the fact that the floor was clear, I didn't want to hear a rant. (I still don't know if she's kidding. I just think she doesn't like me, because she's so cheery with most everyone else.)
One of my favorite earrings fell off somewhere on the third floor of the building.
I can't find the latest draft of the volunteer schedule I'm managing for the picnic and am freaking.
I have to pack for Ireland tonight, and am still a bit lost as to what to pack (aside from the fact that the highest projected temperatures for Galway are in the mid-60's, which means long pants, the fact that I'm going to need my walking shoes, and that I'll need at least one long skirt in case we go someplace that requires better than jeans and khakis).
Still waiting on confirmation from someone that yes, I am supposed to delete the "Skip to Central Content" links.
God, I just want to go HOME.
You know, I know this is going to be a vacation. Feels more like I'm waiting for an anvil to hit. I really need to snap out of this.
Edit: Oh, look, I can leave now. No confirmation yet. Don't care, I can check them all in tomorrow. I am out of here.
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Date: 2003-08-26 03:47 pm (UTC)Just because I am such a brat, what I wouldn't give to have ONE day with that cleaning lady (hee hee!).
I can just picture it! Yep! *Pulls out great big bag of crackers, smunches em all up in wrapper, opens wrapper, pours, runs off*
She's a beaut! Gotta love her.
Once again; have the most fabulous time. I'm so envious; it is the one place in my entire life I have actually had dreams of visiting. One day I will go too.
Ciao.