I am Obviously on Crack

So, one of the projects I've picked up doing that the last girl was unable/unwilling to do during her day, is updating a home address directory for the company.  It was given to one of the floaters after my predecessor got rid of it, and her updates were sporadic, so I had some work to do.  

I went through all of the notices indicating that people were leaving the company since January, and deleted those people, all of whom were still on the list.  I still don't think I even got them all.  Then I tried to add all the new people, which is when I realized that there was NO AUTHORIZATION FORM for handing out all of this personal information!  So, I created an authorization form.  Then I had to convince HR to let me add it to the packets of information I make up for new employees.

So, anyway, I've been working on this damn thing in one form or another for two months.  I got the administrative partner to look over the document, and approve an e-mail to the entire company to which I would attach it; basically asking everyone to read their info and tell me if it was correct and if they wanted to share it.

After all the time I spent on the document before I sent it out, I've still gotten 21 e-mails with updates, including 3 people who were not on the list at all.  One of those e-mails included info for a whole bunch of people, some of it incomplete, so there were probably close to 30 errors on the damn thing.

The worst part of all this data entry is that I brought it on myself; I could have just hung out and read fic all day today.  Stupid work ethic...

I've finally done it

I've succumbed to the twin lures of PMS and stress at work, and started wolfing down the fat and carbs.  I'm proud that it's taken until Friday, at least.  That means I must have a little something like will power knocking around.

Lunch today consists of onion rings, fries, and pickle slices.  That is all.