I'm really smarter than this bonnet makes me look.
I had to create a list of 500 certain companies in the Chicago area. I trawled the Internet, worked off a partial list we had, and got it done. Now we're supposed to start calling the cos to find out their HR directors. It's becoming frighteningly clear to me that I fucked up the list. At some point I must have hit the wrong thing in Excel; companies don't go with addresses don't go with zips don't go with phone numbers . . . I'd tell you that I'm a smart woman, but you'd be justified in laughing ad pissendum. Any minute now my boss is going to be calling me pointing out that McDonalds is not based on Wacker Drive. It was below my intelligence and I couldn't hack it! I'm working frantically right now trying to fix; probably going to be doing that all night and then I have to figure out how to casually get everyone to start using a doc that's going to look completely different. So they don't notice that I, you know, can't create an Excel sheet.
I need a hug.
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