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*feral snarl*
Feb. 9th, 2007 10:53 amErg. One of Those Days at work. The kind where you look up at the clock and say "It's not even eleven yet? You must be joking!" because it feels like it's at least twelve-thirty.
Today is mostly the data entry grindstone, which I've been doing for half the week anyway, being otherwise caught up. I've been taking pleasure in finally being able to start weeding out the member-only files where the person has already passed on and not been handled by us (wonderful thing, the online Social Security Death Index), but not today. This might be because I've discovered that my idiot coworkers have not, in fact, been telling me when any of the files I've already entered have been pulled because the person has died so that I can mark them as deceased. It might also be because my office smells of mildew today for some unknown reason.
I want to be home, rewatching the Moebius movie and then cutting out the mockup for Armida's dress and also my dress. Alas, not for another six hours....
Today is mostly the data entry grindstone, which I've been doing for half the week anyway, being otherwise caught up. I've been taking pleasure in finally being able to start weeding out the member-only files where the person has already passed on and not been handled by us (wonderful thing, the online Social Security Death Index), but not today. This might be because I've discovered that my idiot coworkers have not, in fact, been telling me when any of the files I've already entered have been pulled because the person has died so that I can mark them as deceased. It might also be because my office smells of mildew today for some unknown reason.
I want to be home, rewatching the Moebius movie and then cutting out the mockup for Armida's dress and also my dress. Alas, not for another six hours....
