There's a big meeting tomorrow and I'm in hell. It's a hell of my own doing, though, so I really have no right to complain...but I will. See, I forgot to transcribe the minutes from a meeting which I did not attend but for which I have a recording of the proceedings. [zzzzz--I've lost you already?]
The boss told me "Oh, what about the Blahdity Blah Committee minutes?" about 45 minutes ago. (Crap) Sure, I'll include them too. (Crap) Just as soon as I actually listen to the recording and try to make sense of it. (Crap, Crap, Super Crap) And cover for the receptionist because the other person qualified to cover the position went to lunch late and can't do it. (#%&*$^ Crap)
BALLS!! I'm gonna need more coffee to deal with this.
On the plus side*, my hair apparently looks like I got laid, or so everyone has told me today, and my new company ID photo looks good.
*You're saying to yourself "that's a plus?" Sure. Keeps everyone guessing, since, you know, it's just me and the gnomes at home.