Last night I woke up with the Panic. Racing heartbeat, palpitations, tingly numbness. No reason for it, but it won't stop. You know how it is. Or maybe you don't.
It's not good, anyway.
Other than that things are going well. I've been working on this hellacious project at work, but tomorrow is my last day at it. Basically, the company has this software, and there's a manual for it. The manual is being edited. But the project manager doing the review is crazy. It's been through like 5 drafts. They're only allowed 2. So last Monday this all got dumped on me; my supervisor was working on it, but needed help to get it done. Now she's on vacation, so I get to deal with the guy all by myself.
The writing department finally said enough; there are other things they want me doing, so they're helping me escape from under this dreadful project.
But I think I finished all the work anyway.
I must now go practice my harmonica for the day.
Adieu!
It's not good, anyway.
Other than that things are going well. I've been working on this hellacious project at work, but tomorrow is my last day at it. Basically, the company has this software, and there's a manual for it. The manual is being edited. But the project manager doing the review is crazy. It's been through like 5 drafts. They're only allowed 2. So last Monday this all got dumped on me; my supervisor was working on it, but needed help to get it done. Now she's on vacation, so I get to deal with the guy all by myself.
The writing department finally said enough; there are other things they want me doing, so they're helping me escape from under this dreadful project.
But I think I finished all the work anyway.
I must now go practice my harmonica for the day.
Adieu!
