Queen of Rambles

I hate it when I’m stupid. I really, really, really hate it. It makes my stomach clench up and my heart pound and I want to stick an ice pick through my eyeball.

My e-mail has been wonky all weekend and I was getting antsy about a potential missed e-mail from my employer. Today I sent my contact an e-mail telling her I might have missed an e-mail and she sent me a copy of the two things I missed. I didn’t feel too stupid there because I hadn’t actually missed any deadlines or any important information, but I still don’t like to tell employers about my problems.

One of the e-mails was instructions regarding submitting items for review. I read it all and then prepared my items and sent them in.

I got an e-mail back saying I was missing a couple of things. Confusion ensued until I re-read the e-mail.

DUH!

I somehow managed to miss a block of instructions. Now I feel like a huge loser and I want to throw up.

I’ll correct my errors tomorrow and hope it doesn’t reflect too badly on me. I always want to be perfect and I’m already freaked out by the idea that the items I’m submitting might be totally wrong even though I am following the specifications to the best of my understanding.

The only good thing is that I just received an e-mail from another item writer who obviously hit the “reply all” button. She was asking a question so fundamentally stupid and wrong that I really can’t believe she was at the same training session I attended. Maybe everyone can concentrate on her being stupid instead of my mistake.

On a positive note, I’m hitting the gym hard and my knee is holding up great with my new kneecap-keeper-in-placer. I feel so much better when I can get out of the house and burn some calories. I wish that translated into an ability to fend off chocolate. Last night I dreamed about chocolate eggs. Not Cadbury eggs, but real chocolate eggs from a hen. You cracked the egg and a gooey, chocolaty brownie-batter-meets-chocolate-truffle-goo poured out of the shell. It was the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted and now I want some. I didn’t get to eat nearly enough in my dream because I was staying in Emee’s tree-house dorm room and a tornado came and swept us away.

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