There’s actually nothing special about what I did yesterday. Unless you count going to work (which I do on a regular basis) as special. It might actually be, considering the fact that a huge chunk of the population all over the world fall under the “unemployed” category.
So yeah, I went to work. It mostly involves copyediting a shit-ton of stuff and double-checking if the changes we recommended have been applied, as well as sorting out reports and emailing freelancers to tell them that I’m off work on Monday and Tuesday so I need to get most of the stuff they want to give me TODAY. Almost all of them involved making sure we hit a deadline; and to my horror, I realized that Coca Cola wasn’t cutting it anymore. I love my job, but Thursdays can be lethal.
Oh, did I forget to mention that they were giving out flu shots yesterday and I got one? Yeah. I did that too, and now I seem to have the mother of all cricks in my left shoulder as well as a bruised feeling on my left arm. The left side of my back feels like it has bubble wrap under it, and I’m not quite sure if it’s due to the stress of inoculation (I usually can withstand needles, but I think the lady holding the one I was jabbed with isn’t as skilled as she could have been) or due to the stress of all the stuff I still need to do. Maybe both. I either way, I have knots in my back that refuse to go away. Just when you think that you’ve gotten rid of them, a new crop of knots take their place. It’s like a political dynasty. Except it’s on my back.
Seriously, aside from that I didn’t do anything. I worked, worried about work, got a flu shot, and tried to sleep off the mother of all shoulder soreness. It didn’t work, by the way. I skipped writing in my free time to try and get rid of my back pain, and it wall all for naught. The fact that I barely got any personal writing done is actually what pisses me off the most.
I hope YOUR day yesterday was better than mine.