I just finished printing out my last corrected minute order from yesterday’s calendar. The stack of minute orders that need to replace the ones in the files will just have to go on my supervisor’s desk. I’d already told him about this and he was very supportive, told me we have people who can take care of that busy work for me, just get the calendar entered. Another stack of minute orders to replace the microfilm ones. And today’s calendar is finally done, too.

Thanks, everybody, for your patience and sympathy, emails and calls. Thomas, thanks for being so understanding and dismissive about my sailor cussing and snapping at you; Tim, thanks for calling me and “apologizing” for the day I had when you read my blog. I don’t know how you do it. Talk about newfound appreciation, geesh.

I’m finally going home. 8pm on a Friday nite; I hadn’t eaten all day but now I think I lost my appetite; I was cold but I think the stress evened it out. I feel disoriented, achy and my vision is blurred. Maybe I’ll go home and order a pizza from Five Alarm or Three Alarm or whatever. (Numbers don’t stick with me. I’m an English major.) Perfect day for a hot bath.