Pushin' Paper

Some Monday's I feel the full weight of the forest as I re stack piles of paper on my desk. I lost the "mike" phone today. I could hear Gord's voice filtering through the branches, I mean slivers of pressed pulp on my desk.
I spent a ridiculous amount of time looking for 7 cents while reconciling the bank statement. I had thought I would take a short cut and mentally added some small fees together and do one post. Well duh, that was where I found the 7 cents. Stupid mistake...
So I spent my day posting and stamping, adding and printing, filing and answering the phone , booking appointments and answering questions.....whew. I also created miles of adding machine tape. All in all a satisfying amount of work accomplished. the boss will be impressed. I managed to squeeze in a healthy salad and my ever present apple for lunch.
Now I am going to have "a wee dos"** before Carl gets home from work.

On the Nanowrimo front I still don't have any idea what I am going to write about. I will never get the "Giller"*** at this rate.

**Welsh - a nap
*** The Scotiabank Giller Prize for Canadian fiction, a prestigious award.