More Work Makes Amy a Dull Girl.

I am so slow. Painfully slow. And since I've been tasked to be the know-all on all of the training sheets for all of our new makeup launches, I spend hours cutting, pasting, and trying to re-write flowery hoo-ha so that we can train our sales folks better. You should see the page I just put together. Nobody would have guessed that I wrote it because it's so nauseatingly disgusting. I'll forward it to you. But it's top secret because it hasn't launched yet.

Speaking of nauseatingly disgusting, I made my own version of a Vietnamese sandwich last night to bring to lunch because I felt that I didn't want to spend $3.75 on buying one everyday at lunchtime. Bad mistake. It took about 20 minutes just to prepare the sandwich, and then when I ate it, it tasted nothing like the one that the authentic Vietnamese people made for me the other day. So I'm going to stop trying. Besides, making pickled carrots and trying to preserve cilantro for more than two days almost killed me. It's way too much work.

Something funny happened to me today. I had this meeting with one of the departments, where they asked me to write their training sheets as well. So I agree, because I really don't have the right not to accept this new responsibility, and I go upstairs to tell The Boss that I've just added this to my very full plate. She gets right on the phone and calls the manager of that department, telling her that I will not be doing any additional work, and that they need to come to her before giving me more work. Basically, she didn't want me to be anyone else's bitch. But I'm everyone's bitch. She just doesn't know it.

I hope your shoot is going well. I don't know when I'll be able to leave here, but I think I'll take off right at 5 and then see if I can come to see you and pass off the goods. My bag is so heavy. I hope to get this to you after work today. I'll catch the later train home.

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