Mrs. Potato Head

I've been overly productive today. I think I need to pace myself. This is basically the first break I've taken all day, aside from the 10 minutes I used to walk over to the cafeteria and get a salad. On the way back, I surprised myself and showed some restraint. I didn't go down stairs and join the circulation dept. in the Annual Potato Bake. It is one of the most beautiful, and fantastic events that happen here at work, and I had enough will power to walk away. I actually talked to my salad in the elevator "Keep going, just make it back to the desk and you can eat allllllll of this salad." Yum... belch. It was really good, and I know I would have felt like a blob of sour cream (ooooh sour cream...) had I eaten one of those hot, heavenly buttery baked potatos. Man, I'm pathetic.

But anyways, back to my over productivity. It was actually more like fixing a mistake that was part my fault, part someone else's fault, and could have been avoided if some other people weren't at fault too. Not to point fingers or anything. So I spent the better part of my day on and off the phone with New York, talking to agency reps trying to save my ass a $10k adjustment. In the end, I did. I salvaged the buy, and we got to keep our money (and some of our dignity) and the agency got what they paid for. Beers for everybody!! Oh, well, not yet I guess.