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The Carol of waiting-for-the-ferry-to-start-running-again-at-10pm-while-staring-wistfully-at-my-own-living-room-window-across-the-river

On the eighth day of May, my work ethic gave to me:

Fifty-two emails
Eighteen spreadsheets
Five presentations
Three enormous transactions at less than three days' notice each
Two client visits
One clunky Java-based database interface
No sandwiches (because the client didn't want lunch and so we were all too polite)
And a partridge in a pear tree.

*crawls into bed to die*

Comments

You did ask for this. I do however rgret no longer having LRSPRDs to offer you.

I know! I am also trying to keep in mind that violence is not the answer ;-)

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