I'm going to hell...

Work manager, talking to someone else behind me: "It's been like the week of things resurrecting, that we thought were done!"

Me (sotto voce): "I thought that was Easter, not Christmas?"

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Got slammed a bit by work today, which always seems to be the case on a counselling day. *wry* It didn't help that I forgot to turn my alarm on last night, and was woken by the roomie at 9:00 a.m. Gah. Definitely a two-Coke day today, heatburn (and lack of Zantac) be damned. I've worked my way clear, and I'm going to leave my filing until Monday, since yes, I'll be working. Unlike the rest of the office, the bastards. But yeah, need to earn that Christmas cash, and I've had a few too many days off sick lately.

Speaking of sick... I brought my D and Stress Formula vitamins to work, with the intention of taking them after lunch. Given that I wasn't nauseous this morning after not taking them, I think we've identified the culprit. These are the vitamins that need a solid food base, by all accounts.

Meeting the roomie after counselling, for food of some description. I shall have to be good and not go over my time. ;)