work, work, work
9 March 2006 10:42::::bleah:::: I am so sick of work. Want to do something fun, and yet only have time for exhaustion and blearly eyed stare at late night TV. Jan to Apr are months one thinks 'why do I work for an accountant?'
Last night after work, stopped at the scrapbook store on the way home and spent more money on stickers (okay, I had a coupon). Then when I got home I did some arranging into the new sorting files I'd gotten earlier and sorted my stickers by type. Hmmm... got WAY more than enough 'travel' ones, and 'England' ones. Now just to USE them. There's the rub. TIME.
And I have an elf Yder who's all in a new outfit and wants his arrival pics. Where's sunlight when I need it?
Last night after work, stopped at the scrapbook store on the way home and spent more money on stickers (okay, I had a coupon). Then when I got home I did some arranging into the new sorting files I'd gotten earlier and sorted my stickers by type. Hmmm... got WAY more than enough 'travel' ones, and 'England' ones. Now just to USE them. There's the rub. TIME.
And I have an elf Yder who's all in a new outfit and wants his arrival pics. Where's sunlight when I need it?
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Date: 10 Mar 2006 06:16 (UTC)no subject
Date: 10 Mar 2006 10:03 (UTC)heh...
Imagine how I feel....
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Date: 10 Mar 2006 18:34 (UTC)no subject
Date: 10 Mar 2006 19:16 (UTC)Mind you, mine isn't the department that deals with shoeboxes full of random receipts, though. So I'm saved from that headache at least. Do the folks who come to your place generally have all their ducks in a row, so to speak?