Thursday, May 08, 2008

Days Till I See My Betrothed: 2 more or less

Yesterday I worked from 8am to 9pm. Today I worked from 8am to 9pm. Tomorrow......I won't make it. I think I'll only work till 4. I don't want to die here in my little cubicle with my headset on surrounded by post-it notes. Not a week before my wedding; not with this scratchy beard. Everything is fuzzy right now. I've talked to so many people with so many problems. I feel kind of like I did as a missionary. It's too bad I can't solve people's financial problems by assigning them scriptures to read in the Book of Mormon. Well, I probably could, but I don't know how well that would go over. Skuffs and Rebekah came over with brownies last night. I was going to save some for Becca, but instead I ate them up.


Alan said...

I'm sure she would have wanted you to "eat them up."

Celia said...

I'm really glad that you didn't die alone in your cubicle with all the post-its watching....that would have been SO embarassing.