what a week

It's 7:24. I'm supposed to be at work in 36 minutes. I could make it if I got dressed and left in 6 minutes, but it's not going to happen. As a rule, I don't post about work, so I won't go into detail; however, this week has COMPLETELY SUCKED. The climax of the bad week left my crying at my computer monitors desperately trying to understand why my excel models weren't working. That was yesterday afternoon. Today can only be better, but I am afraid it's only going to be marginally better.

The only problem is that I can't think of anything to write. I would seriously write about my feet if I could thing of something remotely clever to write. My feet have black stockings on right now. My feet smell bad after a day in shoes. My feet have toes. Like I said... nothing.

FINE. I'll go to work. I've been obsessing that I'm going to be scolded by the managers about the failure of my models to function. We shall see, eh.