LET. IT. GO.
May. 21st, 2007 10:40 amI just got a message from my boss that my thirty-eight pages of printed labels that I'd created lovingly (and early!) last week are now obsolete. I did not buy these labels. I did not buy this printer ink. This is not my problem. I should not freak out over this.
Microsoft Word is helpfully suggesting, "May 21, 2007?" every time I type the word "may". This will only go on for ten more days. I also should not freak out over this.
Proofreading is apparently an obsolete art, and my offers to proofread are all soundly rejected. If no one cares about this but me, and I am gone for the next twelve weeks, then no one cares. If a mailing goes out with errors and I am not here to see it, it didn't happen, right? I should not freak out about this either.
My childbirth instructor points out that Lamaze exercises are mostly meant to distract women from the pain of their labor and reduce fear through said distraction. That may not be something I need in childbirth, but boy howdy would it be handy at work.
I'm in the window, as of today, and Bonzo could get here anytime he pleases between today and June 21st. Good heavens.
Microsoft Word is helpfully suggesting, "May 21, 2007?" every time I type the word "may". This will only go on for ten more days. I also should not freak out over this.
Proofreading is apparently an obsolete art, and my offers to proofread are all soundly rejected. If no one cares about this but me, and I am gone for the next twelve weeks, then no one cares. If a mailing goes out with errors and I am not here to see it, it didn't happen, right? I should not freak out about this either.
My childbirth instructor points out that Lamaze exercises are mostly meant to distract women from the pain of their labor and reduce fear through said distraction. That may not be something I need in childbirth, but boy howdy would it be handy at work.
I'm in the window, as of today, and Bonzo could get here anytime he pleases between today and June 21st. Good heavens.