I'm getting too comfy and I'm screwing up.

I hate it when I screw up because umong other things it get so annoyed it leads to screwing up even more.


I thought I was tracking my time at work. But for some reason didn't calculate that coming in at eight am, with a half hour lunch meant I should be out at four-thirty, not five-thirty.

Arg. A mistake like that could cost me my job.

And I only made it because I was comfy enough to flake out in the middle of the day.


I know I told Molasses about my start time on the phone, and, because he likes to be redundant, he probably told me when I assumed I'd be out. Ack.

I've taken to tuning him out on the phone, just occasionally making "listening" noises.

Arg arg.

no good at all.