1 year ago
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
I've been trying to pretend I'm good at numbers, imagining I know what I'm doing, desperately shuffling an entire business's books around for the tax man. I can't begin to run down the toll it is taking on me - my back is seriously threatening to go out, I had a complete meltdown of hysterics when one of my three bosses told me what he expects me to do... and I'm surprised the Bear didn't pack up and leave for Siberia. How on Earth did I get into this? So, sorry, I've been away from my Timeout longer than I think I ever have. Don't give up on me. When I re-surface, my feathers may have fallen out and my caw more hoarse than usual, but I plan to survive.