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| oh lord, it's hard to be humble.... |
| 04.30.04 (3:13 pm) [edit] |
My dad used to listen to country music when I was a kid and I always remembered him blasting this song.I'm trying really hard not to gloat. We implemented a huge project this past Monday, and it was the first time I had any responsibility for a major portion of a project. Originally, I was supposed to be working with another person (who is really unfriendly to me), but that person was given different responsibilities. Anyway, at various times, said person would shoot down questions from me in public. To which my response was to keep my head down and my eyes on my work. Anyway, after the project launch, it turned out my stuff had no errors. However, the other person's stuff had several. Nobody here points any fingers, and I haven't said a word. But I'm so relieved and pleased that my work was okay. And secretly, though I'm embarrassed to admit it, I kind of feel happy that the other person's work didn't come out as well. I know this is the ugliest kind of hubris, and I have plunged myself into my newest project with the renewed vigor of someone who is praying daily not to screw up. I'm also a little nervous that my next big blunder is just around the corner. Hopefully, that's just PMS-induced paranoia. And I'd better get back to work, so I can keep trying not to screw up. |
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| quarters, redux |
| 04.28.04 (11:20 am) [edit] |
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Well, looks like our neighbors are off the hook. When I got home from work the other day, the little Tupperware of quarters was sitting on the corner of my dresser. Which means the nanny found it somewhere and wanted to make sure we saw it. Which means my neighbors didn't steal it. Which means my husband is off the hook (and not in the hip-hop way). |
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| fucking people. |
| 04.22.04 (11:27 am) [edit] |
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My husband messaged me this morning to tell me that someone did laundry early this morning and stole his container of quarters. That he kept downstairs, along with the laundry he was doing last night. We live in a six-flat, so there aren't too many suspects. Our next-door neighbors (a) don't do laundry during the week; and (b) are so nice, that they have even taken our laundry out of the dryer and folded for us. More than once. So I know it's not them. It's hard not to mentally point a finger at the people in the apartment who we know broke into the cable box and disconnected our cable to steal it. But it's also hard not to go "why did you leave money down there?" to my husband. Which I vow not to do. |
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