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The Chef is sharing Piglet’s cold. With them both sniffly I attempted more of the night-shift, only to be thwarted by my inability to get back to sleep.
Which is the excuse I’m using for today’s work failures. A day where all I ended up doing was finding out a hundred ways to not fix my problem. Not in that platitudinous business writing way, where you get the right answer and a story. Just a hundred failed attempts.
I’m hopeful of a night’s sleep and it being trivial to fix tomorrow.
On a brighter note, the Infamous Machine is fun.
19 August 2020