Monthlies

Today has got to be the worst day... ever. More worser than my last worsest day. Firstly, as for the kid and tutoring him - that went horribly - that last day WAS our last day of study... anyways... we got over it.

Whatever.

I spent the second or third night in a row at my sister's place last night... we had so much fun together, initially... but I'm not a kid anymore, and I got used to my own space... started to feel a bit 'crowded' and disorganised... Anyways, so I get up to realise that I hadn't organised my work clothes - and so had to borrow my (3 feet shorter and smaller than I) sister's clothes... irritation numero uno. No shoes to match - oi. Anyways, I said I'd figure it out and started to look for my car keys to head on to work - late. Can't find them. Spent over 45 minutes looking around her apartment for these keys. Nada. Eventually found it near where I thought it would be - it just slid off the counter and into a basket of clothes nearby. Grrrr. Ready to head on out, I asked my sister to borrow her only pair of black closed-toe shoes - I couldn't - she needed them for her interview this morning. Ok, so that means I had to head home before heading to work. Wonderful. I was already half hour late for work - but nevermind.

This is all after yesterday....

Yesterday was before this weekend...

This weekend, I had to work - month end report due - I swear, these are worse than my female monthlies.... and sometimes they collide. Come to work to realise that some contractors were supposed to fax me a crucial to the report document... nada. Ok... so I would finish it on Monday...

Come to work, stuff already set up - ok, nicely, things are running. Whew. Issue report in good time... Proud. Not. There is an "accounting" error. Have to try to resolve it. Can't. At least not on my end, nor could it be something that can be done at this last minute. Jeeeeeeeeeeeeez. Went over everything with some accountants, my boss... we came up with the only solution - to cut our production - make the entire company look horrible. Yep - that's my job.

Now, everyone wants to be the hero to save the day from big ol' Zuper, and actually, at this very moment, my boss, the MD, and the Financial Manager is having a meeting in the room next to mine. Oich.

Hello - my name is Zupa, and I'm a worry-a-holic.

Anyways... I'm sick of salad, tired of confusion, and love aerobics. I also adore my baby bro's recent remark:

"Roberto, you have Chicken pox?"

"No"

"Roberto?! You have Chicken Pox?!"

"Err... no"

"Roberto... you HAVE chicken pox!!!"

"Um, you.... YOU have Peacock?"

He hears what he wants to hear... love you, Doo doo.

Okie... bye.



*Zuper... goes to do something else... grumbling*