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March 31, 2006
Wanted; A week and two hours.
I’m afraid that there’ll be NaNoEdMo winners icons for me because I failed. Being prone to hyperbole I’m tempted to say I failed miserably but that’s not strictly true because I only fell short by a measly 8 hours! The thing is way back at the beginning of the month when I was all eager and complacent confident, I refused to clock anything less than 15 minutes and if I forgot to note what time I started work then I would always under estimate and round down rather than up because remember boys and girls, if you cheat, you only cheat yourself, or something. So right now I’m wondering if maybe I did complete the 50 hours after all but we’ll never know. You see, I can’t even fail properly.
This was supposed to be a rather upbeat post about how it doesn’t matter because it’s the taking part that counts and whoah that’s 42 hours of work, I’ve put into draft number two, I was even going to amuse you with some of the hideous errors I found. But that was two and a half hours ago.
I lost a week you see, on Monday I worked out that I had an assignment due in the middle of the Easter holidays, which basically meant that I had to get it done by today, a whole week early, if I had any chance of getting it done at all. Add to this scenario only ONE computer, a husband who also had a piece of work due today and you end up with something a bit like the new recipe I tried last week for Vegan vanilla sponge cake; vile indigestible sludge, definitely nothing like what it is supposed to be.
I had been working for two hours tonight, when Littleone had a nightmare, I rushed upstairs and managed to get her back to sleep again, but when I came down it had crashed and wouldn’t retrieve any of the work I’d done in that two hours, despite me meticulously hitting ‘save’ every five minutes. I guess it wasn’t ‘save’ at all but the ‘please-kill-my-work-whenever-you-feel-the-need-because-God-knows-I-have-two-hours-to-spare’ button, death to Bill Gates for putting them so close to each other.
The moral of this tale is that I should not have studied this Friday night, I should have got a babysitter and joined Mr PE on his mate’s birthday pub crawl at least then if I had blogged about losing two hours, I would sound infinitely more cool.
I bet my head still hurts in the morning too.
Posted by purple elephant at March 31, 2006 11:12 PM