rhonda was worried about my overstuffed in-tray, so she pulled me into her office with sandy to “discuss our workload”. what she obviously hadn’t taken into account is that: 1) if she hadn’t fucked around all yesterday morning instead of giving me stuff to do, half of it would have been done already; and, 2) i’ve easily done twice that amount of work in one day. piece. of. cake.
but, i find myself sitting here with just over an hour left in my day with no work to do (the in-tray is so empty it echos) and my left wrist wrapped up because whenever i go on a data entry binge such as i did today, i pay for it with repetitive stress injury pain. if i was at all inclined to go visit a doctor, i’d get it checked out. but, i’m of the ostrich persuasion when it comes to medical care: if i don’t know about it, i’m perfectly healthy.
playing ping-pong with marie managed to while away half an hour, but i’m still horribly bored and there are only so many web sites i can read before i get monitor tunnel-vision. i’m thinking i should go downstairs and bug garth to give me some cold packs for my wrist. he needs to know i’m aware he’s working days again. the poor man. *snicker*