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Dear World,
Today is apparently destined to be a Very Bad Day.
It was going great until around 7.30am, when a police car zoomed up behind me on the motorway with lights and sirens going and thirty seconds later the traffic stopped. Completely. No moving. For half an hour. Obviously, I was late to work. So late that I couldn't park in my carpark and am hoping that nobody in the building over the road (which is also one of the company's offices, but a different office...) notices that my car doesn't belong to their people and orders it towed.
Finally got into my office, through the amazing levels of wind and rain that funneled down the road, to find that our data warehouse had crashed to a halt. Even my super-duper, amazingly fast new reports are struggling to run. Which means that I'm likely to have a mad afternoon and not get out of here at a sensible time, even though I'd been really hoping to get home early 'cos I'm tired and need to do my Christmas shopping on Amazon tonight.
To top it all off, Outlook has frozen up in the process of sending an email so any data that has come in for my afternoon reports is not going to be available until I can unfreeze Outlook. Which won't be until all my other reports have run (or not...) so that's my only other job for the day gone.
I refuse to speculate on how much suckiness can still happen today because I fear that you, World, will jinx me for it.
No love,
Me
PS. Can I go home yet?
Today is apparently destined to be a Very Bad Day.
It was going great until around 7.30am, when a police car zoomed up behind me on the motorway with lights and sirens going and thirty seconds later the traffic stopped. Completely. No moving. For half an hour. Obviously, I was late to work. So late that I couldn't park in my carpark and am hoping that nobody in the building over the road (which is also one of the company's offices, but a different office...) notices that my car doesn't belong to their people and orders it towed.
Finally got into my office, through the amazing levels of wind and rain that funneled down the road, to find that our data warehouse had crashed to a halt. Even my super-duper, amazingly fast new reports are struggling to run. Which means that I'm likely to have a mad afternoon and not get out of here at a sensible time, even though I'd been really hoping to get home early 'cos I'm tired and need to do my Christmas shopping on Amazon tonight.
To top it all off, Outlook has frozen up in the process of sending an email so any data that has come in for my afternoon reports is not going to be available until I can unfreeze Outlook. Which won't be until all my other reports have run (or not...) so that's my only other job for the day gone.
I refuse to speculate on how much suckiness can still happen today because I fear that you, World, will jinx me for it.
No love,
Me
PS. Can I go home yet?