Month: April 2003

For reasons that are not entirely clear, my boss’ office traps heat. On warm days, it’s like a sauna. Saunas, I am finding, are not very good for colds.

For those of you keeping track (anyone? anyone?), Chef and Helga didn’t win.

I’ve only been here half an hour, and already I think it was a mistake. Even after nine hours of sleep last night, calling in sick may have been my best option.

I’ve just been handed a large box filled with seven-year-old receipts and deposit slips that I’ve never seen before and asked to somehow make sense of them, plugging the relevant data (whatever that is) into an Excel file of payments and deposits that we’ll later use to generate some long overdue report on a project with which I am not at all familiar.

You know, on the best of days, I can barely balance my own checkbook. This is just ridiculous.

You know, I would have sworn I didn’t have a cold this morning…