By this morning I hadn't thrown up for a day and a half, so I sent TLM off to daycare and put myself on the bus to work. But, having spent all day unsuccessfully trying to make the numbers on a fairly complex spreadsheet add up, I feel like a real thickie. I hate feeling thick, it just goes against my desire to be an intellectual.
Apparently this very spreadsheet analysis used to utterly do the head in, of the project manager whose job I'm temporarily filling in. That makes me feel slightly less thick. And, to be honest, adding up numbers was never my strongest quality (although I was quite good at maths in school, I was useless at adding stuff up - go figure). So if "they" complain that I'm doing a terrible job, I'll just have to tell them that they shoulda given me technical writing job like I'd asked for in the first place.
BTW, thanks for your dairy-free cupcake suggestions. But fate is giving me a break after all; two other kids are finishing at daycare on the same day, so someone else is making the cakes. I'll be contributing a very manageable fresh fruit salad.
3 comments:
I think understanding what you don't know is the beginning of wisdom.
Somebody wrote something like that down once but don't ask me who.
nigel: yeah, but I'd rather find out what I do know!
Sounds a bit easier.
No cooking involved.
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