Yesterday was day #4 of going solo. Everything seemed to be going along fine (by 'fine', i mean being able to move along w/o panic attacks or that sort of thing. Not 'fine' with respect to having everything down pat and under control....) until the later part of the day, when the franking machine's keyhole decided to call it quits. I think that kinda threatened to be (almost) the last straw to break the camel's back. In retrospect... Perhaps I shouldn't have tidied out all the trays of their documents so enthusiastically right in the beginning... Now I have all these little loose ends nagging me for some attention/resolution in my mind, on top of the daily routine tasks that I'm still trying to assimilate into a clockwork behavior of sorts.

I think I understand now why J. persistantly left all those things in the trays untouched.... Out of sight, out of mind. Har har har. Bleah. I learn everyday.

Can feel myself coming down with a flu bug, most probably caught from one of the people in the office. That certainly didn't help my productivity level as the day progressed. Could feel my face slowly flushing from a combination of flu-y wooziness and dismay as G was pointing out certain documents that came under my responsibility to check up upon. Decided to call it a day before tiredness blew things out of proportion - which was probably the best thing I could do at that point. The sudden pile of stuff that seemed all so monstrous at 6.30pm appeared to be more managable as I commuted home.

Now my only concern is with regards to snuffing out the flu bug before Monday swings by. Boohoo.