I don’t feel so good. Maybe it’s a bug that everyone’s carrying around these days. And I haven’t been sleeping well ever since my hyperacidity acted up again.
I’m waiting for another 9000+ email addresses to be loaded to our system. It’s past quitting time but I feel obligated to send a decent amount of mail this week. After all, it would take a miracle for me to pull off those 150 leads demanded of our team.
My boss is making me read some article about outsourcing: It’s a Flat World, After All. Maybe when I’m a little better, boss.
Joy wants me to have a blood count taken – just for a baseline. I’m okay, thank you J
All I really need is a good night’s sleep, some antacids, and something to cure my pesky cough.