3 = number of full working days left to finish this training manual and exercise book. oh, and get 5 copies printed and put in fancy binders with tabs.
10 = number of other manuals currently on my desk, wilting away from lack of attention like every plant or goldfish i've ever owned.
7 = number of on-hold manuals on my desk, fully wilted, needing some serious miracle grow from everyone else in the company. not my fault.
4.5 = number of hours of sleep last night. don't laugh. it's been like 3 years since college and i've fully become accustomed to 8 hours or more.
5 = number of minutes driving time from my house to the coffeeshop.
500 = number of minutes that coffeeshop drive felt like this morning.
3 = number of days my intenstines have been in a constant state of spasm. no, the coffee probably doesn't help, but fuck it.
1 = number of coworkers who just walked in saying "go tech writers! woo hoo! happy day!"
500 = number of evil figurative daggers i've sent her way in the last minute since she said that. cheerful bitch.
7 = number of times i've already said the F word today.
i'm working my ass off. i really am. i'm not even slacking off and playing on the internet (much). so why do i feel like my job is on the line right now?
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