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I'm still trying to decide whether I like the beer I bought last night. It's not quite what I wanted, but I'm not sure I actually dislike it.
I've spent the day so far getting the post-SOP stuff for 7 candidates sorted out. Which means I wrote 14 letters and 7 emails, dispensed five copies of each of the 7 packets to various folders, printed the HR paperwork and CVs for all 7 people, turned the underneath of my desk into a fire hazard in the course of consolidating folders (the recycling bin and the confidential trash box under my desk are both overflowing, because I can't cram any more paper into the big confidential trash bin), finally struck floor and desk simultaneously fifteen minutes ago, and am now trying to get motivated to write a letter that's going to take me half an hour to get done. I really don't want to, but if I get it done, I can get a major minor headache off my desk next week.
It really ought to be naptime. Maybe it's merely time for a trip downstairs to see if there's anything worthwhile in the vending machine.
I've spent the day so far getting the post-SOP stuff for 7 candidates sorted out. Which means I wrote 14 letters and 7 emails, dispensed five copies of each of the 7 packets to various folders, printed the HR paperwork and CVs for all 7 people, turned the underneath of my desk into a fire hazard in the course of consolidating folders (the recycling bin and the confidential trash box under my desk are both overflowing, because I can't cram any more paper into the big confidential trash bin), finally struck floor and desk simultaneously fifteen minutes ago, and am now trying to get motivated to write a letter that's going to take me half an hour to get done. I really don't want to, but if I get it done, I can get a major minor headache off my desk next week.
It really ought to be naptime. Maybe it's merely time for a trip downstairs to see if there's anything worthwhile in the vending machine.
