Running a massive report that is ker-fucked. work is eating me, starting with my bottom. Oy.
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm watching What I Like About You and making a pot of chili. I had a chocolate chip cookie too!
vw-- did you find your keys?
Nope. Not yet.
I think they all knew I was finally going to be caught up here, VW, and ran away to point and laugh.
Running a massive report that is ker-fucked.
I'm getting annoyed at my supervisors who told me when I initially put together this report that it was okay to simply transplant tables from one report to another but are now saying that no, I should have rigidly adhered to the template. And I wish I had some sort of e-mail documentation to shove in their faces.
vw - I'm always misplacing my keys. They usually end up under some paper or they've fallen off something and are hiding on the floor.
Grrr-arrrggg.
I finally get a touch ahead of schedule on my monthly report and whammo, the program I use is not "talking" without our accounting program so I'm stuck. BLARG.
I was updating a spreadsheet, but now I'm eating lunch and looking at pictures of the two kitties we're going to meet at a shelter this afternoon.
Did their other adoption fall through?
Did their other adoption fall through?
Well, here's the tricky bit. We're still scheduled to meet Ghost and Goblin on Monday. But last night, Pete found Jet and Joe. I looked at the pictures of Jet & Joe and started tearing up and said "We have to go meet them. We HAVE to."
So, meeting kitties today AND Monday.