Cleveland Amory once said that only men could be curmudgeons. Fine. I've set out to be a curmudgeonette. I'm middle-aged, single, owned by a stubborn dog and so white bread all my clothes should say "Wonder." If it weren't for a few little quirks, I would be absolutely indistinguishable from other Midwestern females.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I can haz Friday?
Mom and I have been working for weeks on an accounting that just won't balance. Today we decided that my short day tomorrow will be a long day so we can go over all of the numbers from start to finish, and the whole thing makes me feel like a failure. In my head I know it's not my fault it doesn't balance, but that doesn't change my feelings about the whole thing. I just want to hide under the bed whenever I think about it. :(
Labels:
Depression,
Work
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Someone entered a credit as a debit. One time I got a raise and it was taken OUT of my paycheck.
Eeek, what a horrible thing to do to you! I wish it had been that simple, but it's FINALLY balanced.
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