Monday 3 February 2014

a blog entry that starts with "once upon a time"

Once upon a time there was a girl who couldn't concentrate and so wrote a blog post.

There were many reasons she couldn't concentrate... 

The foundation for this lack of concentration is because her normal sleeping patterns were thrown out the window because she stayed up late the night before trying to finish the latest book-club book whilst waiting for her friend to wake up so they could skype.  

Then her traditional morning routine was thrown out the window as she had to drop her car off for a service, getting lost along the way and taking 25 minutes to drive 10 minutes down the road. From there she then had to make her way to work on public transport from somewhere she had never been before in Perth. 

Whilst messaging a friend on the train the lack of relationship status and frustration at certain people was discussed, and unfortunately for the girl once those trains of thought begin they don't generally stop. Besides, she is happy, right?

Finally, once arriving at work and sitting down at her desk and turning on her computer, the mountain of work that was before her added to the lack of concentration causing a necessary trip to the tea room for extremely necessary coffee...

Once coffee was obtained, the daily task was decided upon - statistical analysis. During the reading over her previous work, she realised that there was a major component of data missing from her cleaned dataset and so now has to go back through the whole database and find the locality information to add to the dataset before being able to start the analysis of the data, meaning that the previous two whole days work is now rendered somewhat useless. This knowledge added to the girls growing desire to go home, crawl into bed, put the covers over her head and have a hissy fit. 

The girl then stopped, knowing that the said hissy fit would be stupid and won't fix anything - the work needs to get done at some stage, it's her own fault for having friends all over the world, she was the one who booked her car in to get serviced, and a whole myriad of arguments about her lack of relationship status (let's not start talking about that!)

So the girl finished writing her blog post, thinking that this was a rather hilarious exercise but feels better for having a rant. 

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