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Feb. 13th, 2006 01:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI seem to have lost a couple of letters, and this time I have no idea where I put them. I HATE it when I do that. I hate this particular situation even more because getting ahold of the letters in the first place required a couple of field trips.
However, I'm making progress on several other fronts. I seem to have scheduled the unschedulable meeting (see above about how I can do anything as long as I don't know it's impossible), and I'm getting things put together to send out to be copied. (I had a long, drawn-out argument with Word this morning about why exactly it thought that page 78 should show up after page 82, when there was already a page 78 before page 82.)
Discretion being the better part of valor, I did not bring the trombone to work with me today. I considered it, before we got snowed at.
They seem to have found the thermostat that actually adjusts the temperature in here, and now I'm cold.
It's rather like a Monday. Maybe eating lunch will improve things.
ETA: Eating lunch improved my life a little, but my trombone teacher has the Martian Death Flu, so no lesson tonight. Now I'm really glad I didn't bring the trombone to work.
However, I'm making progress on several other fronts. I seem to have scheduled the unschedulable meeting (see above about how I can do anything as long as I don't know it's impossible), and I'm getting things put together to send out to be copied. (I had a long, drawn-out argument with Word this morning about why exactly it thought that page 78 should show up after page 82, when there was already a page 78 before page 82.)
Discretion being the better part of valor, I did not bring the trombone to work with me today. I considered it, before we got snowed at.
They seem to have found the thermostat that actually adjusts the temperature in here, and now I'm cold.
It's rather like a Monday. Maybe eating lunch will improve things.
ETA: Eating lunch improved my life a little, but my trombone teacher has the Martian Death Flu, so no lesson tonight. Now I'm really glad I didn't bring the trombone to work.
