So I typo'd on an article on my work website. Now I feel like shite, and have done nothing but make myself look like an ass all day today. I wish I could go home, rewind and start this day over again.

First, I got a call from my boss saying that he got a nasty email from a department that *my* department is not fond of saying there were errors in their article I posted for them about a raffle. Well fuck me, I took a look and what do you know. I left a 'd', and 'c' out of a couple of words, and put an apostrophe in the wrong place (though, to be fair, it was a proper name of a place and I thought there actually was an apostrophe in the name. But I was wrong.) But before I looked I told my boss that I thought I'd cut and pasted the information from stuff they'd given me, which is what I normally do. I shouldn't have done that. I should have looked first. Because now he's sent them a message saying that the errors must have come from them. Which of course, they denied and got huffy about. So not only did I make myself look dumb, I just made my boss look dumb in front of the one person he does not get on well with in our organization.

Then I had to do some damage control and explain that yes, the errors were my fault, I apologised and explained that I did cut and paste some of it, while some of it I had to type myself because the poster/flyer they gave me was too large to shrink and still be readable.

Oi. On top of that mess, I missed a conference call yesterday because I thought it was happening today. This was after I emailed the host of the call to say I'd be there for it today. *sigh* I want a rock to crawl under please. I think I will lock my office door and just hole up in here for the rest of the day.

Snow snow snow. In April. Big, fat, wet, heavy snow too, not the nice kind you can just brush off your car, but the kind that requires an actual shovel to get it off. *sigh* Nebby is so weird for weather. What was even weirder waas that during the storm yesterday, there were several booming, rolling thunderclaps. It was eerie and surreal. It's not supposed to thunder during a snowstorm!

Anyway, the kidlet got her ears pierced this weekend. I used to tell her that she would have to wait until she was 13 for that because, well, because I had to wait. Then I thought, well that's stupid, if she wants her ears pierced now, I feel she's old enough to handle it. But as we were shopping for shorts at the mall, I decided to tell her she could do it if she wanted. The thing is, she was scared. I think she really wanted to do it, but was afraid it would hurt. This from a kid who doesn't even bat an eye when she has to get a shot. So after much convincing from me and a friend of ours who works at the mall, she held her hand behind her back and made me guess whether it was '1' or '2'. I said 2 and luckily, that was right.

So she got in the chair, tightly grasping the stuffed ladybug and making nervous jokes about ripping its head off if necessary. They did both her ears at once and she didn't even blink. She said "That's it?" Hehehehe.. Silly girl. The rest of the weekend was spent admiring her pretty ruby earrings and doing the 'I got my ears pierced' dance.