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Well, hell.
Feb. 27th, 2002 09:28 amI'd planned on spending one last day in exile over at the Finance office. Come in this morning to my little cubicle, finish off the computer survery my boss wants, and head up to the other building.
Kim's sick, which leaves me the only person in the office until boss-man gets in. I can't leave.
I'm tempted to play with CSS and my site, or attempt to write (which often involves staring blankly at the screen and then turning around and playing a game of solitaire), but I may also get to bug out of here sometime and get over to the other office, so I don't want to start anything.
Grr.
Kim's sick, which leaves me the only person in the office until boss-man gets in. I can't leave.
I'm tempted to play with CSS and my site, or attempt to write (which often involves staring blankly at the screen and then turning around and playing a game of solitaire), but I may also get to bug out of here sometime and get over to the other office, so I don't want to start anything.
Grr.
