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Tuesday – The Backlog
Sep. 30th, 2008 03:40 pm.
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I stopped by to talk with The Carney, a.k.a. the Angel of Death, the other night, to see what was up with him. I've been neglecting everyone and everything in my life of late, with the possible exception of my job. For something that gives me so little money or personal satisfaction, I sure do spend a lot of time doing it. The backlog that started in August when I took my trip to California, then got bigger at the start of September when I took a couple of days vacation, grew exponentially when hurricane Ike forced me to stay at home for a week. I am officially drowning in paperwork.
Turns out, The Carney knows a thing or two about backlogs. His own makes mine look like nothing.
( You should all be dead by now. )
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I stopped by to talk with The Carney, a.k.a. the Angel of Death, the other night, to see what was up with him. I've been neglecting everyone and everything in my life of late, with the possible exception of my job. For something that gives me so little money or personal satisfaction, I sure do spend a lot of time doing it. The backlog that started in August when I took my trip to California, then got bigger at the start of September when I took a couple of days vacation, grew exponentially when hurricane Ike forced me to stay at home for a week. I am officially drowning in paperwork.
Turns out, The Carney knows a thing or two about backlogs. His own makes mine look like nothing.
( You should all be dead by now. )
