Last week my coworker needed something from a box of client files that had been sitting in the workroom for about a month. I went to retrieve the box.
It wasn’t there.
So I ransacked the workroom and the file room and other people's offices, sweating, panicking, heart in my throat, trying to figure out what on earth could have happened to this entire box of very very important client financial data...
... and I found the files on the shelf next to my desk. Two feet from my left knee, as a matter of fact. Where I had carefully stacked them after removing them from their cardboard box -- because clearly a cardboard box in the workroom is not a safe place for them -- where I’d carefully stacked and completely forgotten about them.
I need a vacation.
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I hear Aruba is delightful this time of year...
Fucking. Aruba.
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