Today was a pretty good day. I was so busy that I didn't take a lunch, but an office mate, Scott, provided pizza. I was still fed, I just worked through my lunch hour.
It was really nice, I prefer to be busy doing things. And i got most everything done that was on my little list.
However, *snicker* I do have a funny story from today.
My boss called me into his office to help with a "tedious" project. He gets an audit report each month. The report is an audit of what changes are made in one of the programs we use as a company. It shows who made what change. Each month he has to sign off and date each page of the report. This month's report was between 582 and 600 pages. Jeff had me go through the pages and put a sticky note on every page that someone else had already gone through and marked as having been processed by someone at corporate. He was funny to sit there for over an hour and listen to. He grumbled that this whole procedure is such a waste of time and company resources etc. Why should he sign off on someone else's work? He has no way to verify that they made correct corrections, etc. This is such a waste of time. On and on and on. I chimed in after I had to get a third package of sticky notes. 51.2% of the pages were done by corporate. I know we counted.
From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale
People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.
--Diane Setterfield
--Diane Setterfield
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