Due to the fact that yesterday at 4 pm our email server hovered between states of intermittent functionality and grinding haltedness, I called it early quits and took my work home.
Given my post-vacation workload, on which I was woefully behind by day 2, I knew that I would be working the hell out of Valentines' Day. By working from home beforehand I figured I could put a sizeable of a dent into my workload. Not quite.
Arrive at work 1+ hr early. 8 AM morning paperwork dropoff - just what boss was looking for. Meeting #1 - totally aced, thanks to work of night before. Lunch - eaten in 7 minutes flat, purse inadvertently left on adjacent seat. Meeting #2 - was nominated mediator and official notes-taker, due to fact that head honchos were MIA; key documents somehow missing from folder. Meeting #3 - 15 minutes after Meeting #2 - relatively brief, yet mind-numbing. In retrospect, AM coffee would have been good idea. Meeting #4 - nothing new to report, having failed on [unrealistic] deliverables. Return to desk, receive call from catering Re: missing purse that hasn't yet been discovered missing. An ad-hoc request here, a few typed up meeting minutes there and an overwhelming urge to throw myself in front of a locomotive and I was ready to call it a day.
It IS nice, however, to arrive home after an unforgiving day at work to a gourmet meal of osso buco, risotto, green beans a l'orange and chocolate truffle cake.
Living with Mom & Dad sure has its perks.
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