Another messed-up toof, another dentist appointment I have to reschedule.
Somebody give me my six-month medallion for being yam-fit-free …
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Another messed-up toof, another dentist appointment I have to reschedule.
Somebody give me my six-month medallion for being yam-fit-free …
I keep thinking it’s Thursday. A side effect of working all day Sunday, I imagine.
My new hire is continually mind-boggled at how much work I do. And how numerous and complicated our processes are. And how I’ve mastered pretty much everything. And yet how much guilt I have to carry that I can’t spend all 24 hours working because that’s just how much there is to do.
He reminds me constantly, in a big way, how lucky the world is to have me in it. It’s a nice reminder that I can easily be replaced, but I am absolutely irreplaceable.
Nice to be appreciated.