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Ohgod, what a day.
Came home early last night again because I'm still stuffy, coughing, and sore-throated. Didn't get a full night's sleep because I woke up from a nightmare where the business cards I'd laid out for DayJob all went to the printer and printed too small and I got yelled at because the company was now out $700.
Woke up still sick. Throat felt like it had been bruised with a mallet. Showered for the steam, loaded up on lozenges and kleenex and took off to work. Managed not to miss the bus, or have to run for it, surprisingly.
Sneezing and hacking at DayJob. One of my coworkers turns to me and says, gently, "Seryan? Don't go to your other job tonight." (I didn't.) Run out of lozenges and almost out of kleenex. Go to drug store on break, decide to buy new umbrella due to the fact that Cheap Wal-Mart Umbrella is Cheap.
Go outside. It is raining. New Umbrella doesn't work. New Umbrella breaks. Am halfway back to office, and don't feel like freaking dealing right now. Look like idiot walking through rain with closed umbrella. Get back to office. Drug self to gills. Cēpacol is the crack cocaine of sore throat lozenges. Have tea.
Proofs come back from printer. Ohgod, nightmare was right! Partially - proofs mean we aren't out any money yet, I don't think. My own stupid fault - I should have done a test print. Redo cards. All. Sixteen. Cards. Another stupid, rookie, mistake - I hadn't kept my unflattened copies for individuals, just the master. Redo cards with layers, and freaking keep them that way until finalized.
Call in sick to EveningJob. Hubby is coming to pick me up. Ten minutes to quitting time, inbox explodes with things needing AttentionOMGRightNow! Attend to things that need AttentionOMGRightNow. Leave late. Hubby is late. Wait. Hubby shows. Come home.
Invitation to bridal shower in mail! Yay! Hubby cooks. This means pizza. Another bright spot.
SLEEP NOW!
Came home early last night again because I'm still stuffy, coughing, and sore-throated. Didn't get a full night's sleep because I woke up from a nightmare where the business cards I'd laid out for DayJob all went to the printer and printed too small and I got yelled at because the company was now out $700.
Woke up still sick. Throat felt like it had been bruised with a mallet. Showered for the steam, loaded up on lozenges and kleenex and took off to work. Managed not to miss the bus, or have to run for it, surprisingly.
Sneezing and hacking at DayJob. One of my coworkers turns to me and says, gently, "Seryan? Don't go to your other job tonight." (I didn't.) Run out of lozenges and almost out of kleenex. Go to drug store on break, decide to buy new umbrella due to the fact that Cheap Wal-Mart Umbrella is Cheap.
Go outside. It is raining. New Umbrella doesn't work. New Umbrella breaks. Am halfway back to office, and don't feel like freaking dealing right now. Look like idiot walking through rain with closed umbrella. Get back to office. Drug self to gills. Cēpacol is the crack cocaine of sore throat lozenges. Have tea.
Proofs come back from printer. Ohgod, nightmare was right! Partially - proofs mean we aren't out any money yet, I don't think. My own stupid fault - I should have done a test print. Redo cards. All. Sixteen. Cards. Another stupid, rookie, mistake - I hadn't kept my unflattened copies for individuals, just the master. Redo cards with layers, and freaking keep them that way until finalized.
Call in sick to EveningJob. Hubby is coming to pick me up. Ten minutes to quitting time, inbox explodes with things needing AttentionOMGRightNow! Attend to things that need AttentionOMGRightNow. Leave late. Hubby is late. Wait. Hubby shows. Come home.
Invitation to bridal shower in mail! Yay! Hubby cooks. This means pizza. Another bright spot.
SLEEP NOW!