Meep - Buried in Paper
My once clean and tidy desk has succumbed to invading paperwork - in the form of researching Yet Another Screw-Up by the prior ownership of the company. I swear, me, them and a dark alley... and I'd be a very, very happy gal afterwards. Well, as long as someone had bail money anyway. :-)
I was in the storeroom sorting through paperwork yesterday, most of which was dumped into boxes by the soon-to-be-obsolete corporate deadweight of the old ownership. Broke four fingernails, gained numerous leg bruises from bumping into boxes, and completely lost track of time in there. If Techie#3 hadn't said something to me when he came to the server room next door, I'd probably been in there all night, trying to find all the pieces of paperwork I needed. As it was, I was about 45 minutes late leaving work, so I didn't see home until after 7 p.m.
We'd opted for a supper that wouldn't heat up the kitchen, so I had to cook up the chicken that was in the fridge about 10:30 last night (it took that long for the house to be cool enough for me to brave turning the stove on). I managed to wrench my shoulder somehow while loading the dishwasher (shaddup, you-know-who, I *know* I'm clumsy *g*) and it has been killing me today. Of course, shifting more boxes to dig into the mysteries of the Screw-Up Corporation didn't help.
Ah well. I have been hearing thunder! Yay! The front's obviously not moving as fast as they thought but I'll take what I can get. And it's time to go home, if hubby hurries up and gets here... TTFN all.
I was in the storeroom sorting through paperwork yesterday, most of which was dumped into boxes by the soon-to-be-obsolete corporate deadweight of the old ownership. Broke four fingernails, gained numerous leg bruises from bumping into boxes, and completely lost track of time in there. If Techie#3 hadn't said something to me when he came to the server room next door, I'd probably been in there all night, trying to find all the pieces of paperwork I needed. As it was, I was about 45 minutes late leaving work, so I didn't see home until after 7 p.m.
We'd opted for a supper that wouldn't heat up the kitchen, so I had to cook up the chicken that was in the fridge about 10:30 last night (it took that long for the house to be cool enough for me to brave turning the stove on). I managed to wrench my shoulder somehow while loading the dishwasher (shaddup, you-know-who, I *know* I'm clumsy *g*) and it has been killing me today. Of course, shifting more boxes to dig into the mysteries of the Screw-Up Corporation didn't help.
Ah well. I have been hearing thunder! Yay! The front's obviously not moving as fast as they thought but I'll take what I can get. And it's time to go home, if hubby hurries up and gets here... TTFN all.