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My iPod woke me an hour early this morning, ( whine whine whine )
During the call, i tried using the category function to label an email. ( Enterprise email FAIL FAIL FAIL )
Email overwhelm is such a significant issue, yet corporate policy restricts my tools for managing that flood (some for good reason, some not so much, some technological).
I do want to crawl under my bed and hide, hoping some miracle in my work email box will occur.
Oh, and there's the account request to troubleshoot some production problem. That's a circus of forms and remedy tickets and "No, jump through *that* hoop and then another." Blessings uncounted on the poor peon who wrote me, essentially, "Shush, but i made the accounts already. Please continue with the hoop jumping, though." Blessings blessings blessings.
I think i'm going to take a shower: i managed to fix a lovely egg for breakfast so i think my woes are related to digital technology. I will figure out a way to get back at my arch nemesis, code named 35mereld4. I have no idea who or what my arch nemesis really is, but on mornings like this one, it's invigorating to plot my revenge.
Ideally though, not involving living more luxuriously through food. I've been on a reeses cup binge at work. No, something altogether more lovely after the meeting ends at 2 pm. I must get my glasses refit downtown. What to do to avenge myself?
During the call, i tried using the category function to label an email. ( Enterprise email FAIL FAIL FAIL )
Email overwhelm is such a significant issue, yet corporate policy restricts my tools for managing that flood (some for good reason, some not so much, some technological).
I do want to crawl under my bed and hide, hoping some miracle in my work email box will occur.
Oh, and there's the account request to troubleshoot some production problem. That's a circus of forms and remedy tickets and "No, jump through *that* hoop and then another." Blessings uncounted on the poor peon who wrote me, essentially, "Shush, but i made the accounts already. Please continue with the hoop jumping, though." Blessings blessings blessings.
I think i'm going to take a shower: i managed to fix a lovely egg for breakfast so i think my woes are related to digital technology. I will figure out a way to get back at my arch nemesis, code named 35mereld4. I have no idea who or what my arch nemesis really is, but on mornings like this one, it's invigorating to plot my revenge.
Ideally though, not involving living more luxuriously through food. I've been on a reeses cup binge at work. No, something altogether more lovely after the meeting ends at 2 pm. I must get my glasses refit downtown. What to do to avenge myself?
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