will go down as one of my most miserable in years. Not the worst day, not a terrifying or mournful day, but damn miserable. miserable. Started with a miserable work meeting, followed with a miserable work phone call, drug on with me whining to my boss about how miserable my day was going. And then, in the middle of the miserableness of it all, the server went down. No computer, no hard drive, no email. Are you kidding me? How, in today’s business world are you supposed to get anything done like this? So miserable me sat on my miserable floor and sorted through the miserable mess of a filing system that my predecessor left me. Miserable.
And then I get home and no gin. or wine. Miserable.
I think I’ll move to Australia.