I'm bursting at the seams with stress. (Picture a double-stuff oreo where the creamy filling is sort of acid-reflux green.) *
I ate breakfast. Then I ate my morning snack. Then I ate my afternoon snack. I'm afraid to eat any more. I might be sick.
In the "will wonders never cease" category, Webstrainer actually sent me an email (well, okay, they responded to a reminder from me, but I've learned they don't follow up unless I nag) saying they do have some suggestions. We scheduled a call (90 minutes from now) and all I can do is sit here--churning and waiting.
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* Seriously? What would you wish for? That they'd find a big mistake on your part--because then you'd have been incompetent, but you could fix it?
Or that they'd find it's all about the DIY 'Nuts? Because then you'd rock, but the accounts would still be trash.
posted by AnneZook on 11.09.09 at 01:10 PMSo. Are these people making you crazy enough that we have to perform a job intervention?
posted by: Dail on 11.12.09 at 08:47 AM [permalink]Heh. No, it's not nearly as bad as that. I've been annoyed by experts--most of these people are amateurs!
And, to be honest, 75% of my stress is self-inflicted. (As it usually is--I'm my own harshest critic.) No one here understands the nuances enough to have an opinion on how much I might (or might not) suck. Had I not told them, they wouldn't have known there was a problem.
But thanks. :)
posted by: Anne on 11.16.09 at 08:46 AM [permalink]