Someone filed something in the wrong place at work, and it was sent to archive months ago. In one of about 15 possible boxes stuffed full of almost identical looking documents. Now we need that one document back urgently, and of course it's somehow fallen to me to leaf through all those boxes to find it. Assuming it's even there, this all happened months before I even joined the office. Tomorrow is going to be a Fun Day
Hell is other people's filing.
Drink up with me now and forget all about
The pressure of days, do what I say
And I'll make you okay and drive them away
The images stuck in your head
- Elliott Smith, Between The Bars
I'm choking to go to the zoo!
Hmmm what to write about first. Splenic tumour? Tetanus? Acure Pancreatitis with associated Diabetes Mellitus and ketoacidosis?
Writing with my left hand is crappy, signing cheques does not work.
I will close my ears and my heart and I will be a stone.
I don't think that's an option - even the little trolley the mail room uses to move heavy boxes around outranks me, and knows better
I'm pinning all hope on the slim chance that what I'm looking for will be sitting there, in the very first box I look at. It's going to be there. First box. That's just the way it's going to happen...
Drink up with me now and forget all about
The pressure of days, do what I say
And I'll make you okay and drive them away
The images stuck in your head
- Elliott Smith, Between The Bars
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