Nov 13, 2011 14:16
I am supposed to be working right now. But I do not want to.
I spent 2 hours getting expense reports scanned, entered, printed, signed, scanned again, and then emailed or faxed to whoever they were supposed to go to. I had to reboot three times, I think, and install four pieces of software because everything I use insisted that it had a new version that I had to download.
I also unpacked a box labeled "books - den". This was actually a good choice because it turned out to have all my printer supplies in it (I kept them on a bookshelf in the old place) and I'd been worrying what would happen when I ran out of pristine paper. Would I have to buy another whole ream when I knew I had a barely touched one, somewhere? But my paper, my envelopes, and my labels were all in this box, so: yay!
When the empty boxes go down to the storage room (for which will need someone else to help carry), I will actually have a functional den. Not a finished den -- the principal feature of the room is still book boxes -- but a functional one.
home,
self-pity,
work