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April 20, 2006
Surprisingly quiet.
Garbage, recycling and compost is collected promptly each Thursday morning at 4:25 a.m.
If I'm not in bed when I hear them, it rarely bodes well for the rest of that day, but work beckons. And not the fun kind of work, where one is toiling to enrich one's self.
I'm talking about the worst sort of tedium -- aggregating information into Excel spreadsheets, line by soul-sucking line. I know some people don't mind -- even enjoy -- working in Excel, but I'm not one of them.
Math phobias aside, columns and rows are no way to present information. I started working backwards from row 2190, by the way.
Paying close attention to the small things is a part of life, and this is a time-sensitive project, but I hate it still. Better get back to work. I should be in the office in three hours.
Posted by Your Protagonist at April 20, 2006 05:50 AM