06.30.05

Yessirree Bob, Arthur Dent and I will never be able to face Thursdays with an air of cool, calm equanimity. Nope, it's always going to be a crapshoot.

Almost every order that's come into the shop today has some persnickety weirdness. Agh! I've uploaded files to the wrong locations, wrestled with other files to make them print to the size that the client wants, had a dreadful fight with Petey O'Doom (the paper folder) as it's somewhat humid today, and generally have had a rough run. It could be worse, I could be unemployed. However, to work and not to bitch is against the Natural Order of Things.

*grin*

Soon I'll be in the thick of stupid-time driving. Perhaps it's a good thing I won't be going out again after that. See how much I care about my fellow human beings?

Go. Be fabulous.

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