Well, poop

I was editing last night when someone IM’d to ask if they could call for clarification on a simple task. 

Since my editing deals with numbers, and because I HATE the phone … And, also, I hate people … I didn’t reply. 

Phone rings. Hilarity ensues. I find sledgehammer with which to numb my brain 15 minutes later. 

Today boss writes to ask why a section of a hugely circulated Thing wasn’t edited right. 

Guess what section I was editing during bloviatingly inane phone call. 

It’s my own fault. But it doesn’t stop me from being really, really annoyed. 

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