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*headdesk*
I completely missed a meeting this morning - an important meeting, a meeting that, had I remembered its existence, I would have wanted to go to.
My coworker, who works at a desk about eight feet from mine with no intervening walls, went to the meeting. She didn't say anything until she came back from the meeting, at which point she dropped her binder o' notes on top of one of the stacks of stuff surrounding me at my desk, and said, "Hey, you missed the meeting."
Gee, thanks.
It's a good thing I'm getting the hell out of here tomorrow, or I think Aleph might just have me in tears by now--predictive patterns have reached dizzying new heights of OMGWTFBBQ? Six more hours. Six more hours, and then I get five days away from this.
My coworker, who works at a desk about eight feet from mine with no intervening walls, went to the meeting. She didn't say anything until she came back from the meeting, at which point she dropped her binder o' notes on top of one of the stacks of stuff surrounding me at my desk, and said, "Hey, you missed the meeting."
Gee, thanks.
It's a good thing I'm getting the hell out of here tomorrow, or I think Aleph might just have me in tears by now--predictive patterns have reached dizzying new heights of OMGWTFBBQ? Six more hours. Six more hours, and then I get five days away from this.