It is Budget Time, which means my boss' brain has entirely evaporated. She's so overwhelmed by the whole idea that she basically wants me to do it for her. (We have a really easy budget, so I could, but damn it, if I'm going to spend that much money I'm going to raise my salary first of all.) I must find a way to escape before the annual "how do I print an excel file" freakout occurs. I have already mentioned to her that we have Excel for Dummies at the Reference Desk. Two copies.
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Natter 40: The Nice One
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
All right, who got dog hair all over my keyboard and mousepad?
I really don't wnat to deal with my school work, which I know is a Bad Plan. At least I've finally gotten to the planning stages. And crap, I just remembered I was supposed to do laundry today. I guess it can wait until Sunday.
Now my left hand is all shaky and I don't know why. I was just on the phone for a while, and then hand-wrote a page of stuff, but still. It's weird.
Am I the only one who cracked up at this? Seriously, there was *almost* coffee on my monitor, literally.
No.
Aren't I supposed to be feeling better by now?
t /my plague likes carrots
Looks obscene, but isn't.
You know, it really *does* look obscene, but it's also not a bad idea.
Huh. So I guess I got a raise? Although 2% isn't making me feel chuffed enough to tackle the disaster area that is my inbox at 4pm on a Friday.
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