This morning I spent a nice time sorting through a report, counting columns, ticking boxes, trying to get scope on a project. Lovely, dovely. The numbers weren't adding up to me - the percentage of one package to another was all out of whack - so I tried to find an example of where the report could be wrong by trying to find an un-uploadable risk on a farmpack. Needles and haystacks spring to mind. Or, more accurately, one oddly shaped needle in a giant needle-stack.
After a half-hour I gave it up in lieu of complaining loudly and insincerely to colleagues. Whatever. I'd look at it later.
Ten minutes later as it turned out when an email from the originator of the report came through to say that it was wrong, but a new one was attached, and hopefully I hadn't spent too much time on it.
So I started again. Joy. This is why I come in early after all.
Later on, I was creating a new page on our website. Lovely stuff. Pictures, titles, icons, lists, questionnaires, more pictures. Half an hour of work I spent molding it gently to my liking. Adding and moving and typing and trying to find tiny little errors in large screeds of html to shape it into a work of art. A work of art that experienced a fatal error and reset to the title only.
Never mind. I'll start again. That's why I stay late after all.
Where'd my life go?
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