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Today was going to be WORK VERY HARD DAY as I seem to have failed on all counts lately.

Yesterday my brain was sushi before I even arrived at work, due to throwing up breakfast whilst trying to clean my teeth. Involuntary bulimia is really no fun. Sorry, TMI, I know. Went to work anyway, headache and all - took Panadol at work, survived but didn't work much. File from hell took my sushi-brain and turned it into jellied eels. (wonders: do actual real bulimics get headaches every time they throw up?)

Today, I was determined I would finish said file from hell. HA BLOODY HA!. I get to work, start on the e-m I owed kaige68 (okay, technically this is not work, but once out of the way, work was the plan!!!), then half-way through... computers go ape-shit, phones bite the dust. We are told: "It may take some time to fix this."

Permission granted after an hour for us all to go SHOPPING!!!!!!. "Don't hurry back!" seems to be the order of the day. OMG, I do get some breaks!!! In the words of Tom Petty: "Even the losers get lucky sometimes." So, 2 & 1/2 hours later, the two of us that took an office car (yes!) out to the local mall (some others went another direction and they aren't even back yet, a further 1 & 1/2 hour later!!!) came back laden down with many Xmas goodies for loved ones.

Someone was watching over me today - it's even our big department store's one day sale today only. Lots of bargains. *grin*

This makes me feel like one thing is totally obvious: I am not meant to work. Now, if I could just win a lottery to support me in this, life would be really wonderful. 'Cause lord knows, I don't have a rich husband, or one who has the potential to earn enough that I don't have to work, dammit. He is awfully good at housework though *smiles thankfully*, and some other useful stuff, which we won't go into just now!

Nearly time to go home now. Not a stroke of work done. Not one. Not even half of one. Bloody brilliant!