I forgot to add on my last entry that I didn't just not tell him that he wasted my time, I said "Oh no, you didn't!", shook hands, thanked them profusely and then wrote a nice followup thank you email in case they decide to change their mind because everyone I have talked to in the last two days said it wouldn't be terribly complicated to show me how to do payroll and leave it at that. The place has a permanent accountant, for god's sake, I would just be printing off cheques, I imagine. In the meantime, I keep chugging along. I ran errands for mom today, to Fabricville to find purple thread, to the feed store, to Cendant to pick up my ROE's and T4's, to Staples to buy a new mouse because the puppies ate ours. I have to tidy tomorrow (HATE HATE HATE) because the dog catcher is coming on the weekend to inspect for our kennel license so we can advertise these puppies. And Holly, are you still willing to read my book for grammatical errors for me?
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Thursday, Apr. 03, 2008 ~ 10:36 p.m.
