Thursday
24 February 2000
Reading: Memnoch the Devil - Anne Rice
Listening: Adam Ant - Wonderful
Thinking: when does it end, or do I have to kill it?
Drinking: Soda, so much for my diet.
Ok-o-meter: 3, nuff said
Quote for the day: Some days you get the bear, some days the bear gets you - Adam Ant
Weather report: Rain
 

10:03 am
Would it be cowardly or me to call up my temp service and tell them to send these people someone else?  I'm afraid to touch paperwork here anymore.  An order was lost and we were all looking for it and I remember it being filed in the blue book where orders are filed before the peperwork comes back from Emm.  I filed it under Y (which was also incorrect - Y was the ship to and it was supposed to be filed under Central, the bill to)  Well, Merideth and I both looked all over our desks and all through the blue book, and no show.  Merideth finally found it stapled between two other papers of a totally different order's paperwork.
     I've never made mistakes like this in all the places I've worked.  Yeah, sure, the usual mistakes when I forgot something stupid or when I was pregnant and my concentration went to shit, but not ever several times a day every day!  Even when my concentration was shot I still kept track of my numbers and stacks of paper.  After all, that's my job - numbers and little stacks of paper.  If I were a paranoid person I would swear someone was going behind me and switching my numbers and moving my papers.  But I'm not paranoid so I just have an "I'm the village idiot, kick me please" complex.
 
 


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