quidditchgrrl

It's not even 10 and I'm ready to collapse from exhaustion. >.o

Homework for job interview was in at 11:00am, after frantic search for copy I'd written last night. Alas, it had disappeared into the ether. Hopefully I answered their questions well (thanks a million,

rainpuddle13!), but if not, I'm not the right candidate.

If I'm thinking clearly, the Sorting area receives about 100 boxes a day. Which, at between 25-30 items per box, comes out to 2500-3000 items per day, or roughly what our branch processes on a busy day. Totally, utterly doable, even in the larger context of the building. *wheels spin*

I need to stop planning this job before I even make it to round 3 so I don't end up crushed if I don't make it. Yargh. Who am I kidding? I'll be crushed regardless.

Reserved The Care and Feeding of Perfectionists because it didn't look like one of those "we can cure you of your high standards!" manuals. I admit to being a perfectionist, but I don't consider it a bad thing at all. Other people do. :P

Tomorrow is PP at

rlanto's for her birthday! Finally! :D

A true testament to my level of fatigue that Justin Timberlake's "Rock Your Body" failed to bring me to life. I'm ooooooold.

Night all.