Reader, I marrried him....

Sometime, when you feel bad because your family visited you and then left, and then you had to work on a Saturday morning, and your job is hard, and you are in a bad mood, and....

You should watch this. I LOVE Jane Eyre and the BBC did a great job with the film adaptation. Plus, I always felt like the Bronte sisters had one over Jane Austen anyway. I missed my sister Jessica while we watched it, since she's a big fan of lengthy movies. Me too, Jess!

Since Netflix only sent us disc one out of two, I was horrified when I realized that we would have to leave Jane hanging at her dying Aunt's house, far from Thornfield until we could get the second DVD. Thankfully, after Christopher called all the Blockbusters in the area, he went to Barnes and Noble where he bought disc 1 and 2. For $30. Yes, I am that pathetic, and he is that awesome. Full confession: he did all of this while I was getting a pedicure.

So on Saturday, we watched four hours of Jane Eyre, and had cookie dough for dinner. Hip hip!

Done!

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So I'm learning how to be a ghostwriter at work.

Last week, I was given the task of writing a congratulations letter from the Dr. I work for. It was supposed to go to a resident who recently had a (sadly) not so cute baby....

All it had to say was something like:

Dear Dr.____

Thank you for sending us the picture of your beautiful baby. The Dept. wishes you all the best

Sincerely,

Dr. _____


But you know what? It took me multiple drafts to finally get an approved letter. And then it took 4 days of spending every spare moment trying to print the letter and address on the custom sized paper and envelope. The printer ate almost everything I fed it. On the off tries when it worked, it would print the words upside down. Then it ran out of ink. Since the printer is located down the hall from my desk, I was forced to trek back and forth, alternately pressing "print," then running down the hall to watch it jam again.

This does not help me to have a good attitude about things.

But now I have fantastic news. The letter is finished. I put it in the mailbox this afternoon and it is perfect.

I am prouder of that stupid letter than the mother is of her (not that cute) baby. Seriously.