You've Told Me Four Or Five Times My Ass

OK, goddammit, I get the message at how ... let's just say "perturbed" you were when you accused me of making the same mistake at work four or five times.  But first of all, let me say that I don't ever remember you saying that.  Second of all, even if have told me before, it sure as hell wasn't four or five times, I can guarantee you that.  And third of all, lady, I am fucking inundated with bullshit the minute I sit my ass in that chair, and I can't stop until at least, at least ten hours pass.  That's how it has been since Boxing Day, and that my co-worker helped me with my job and I still stayed an extra two hours to catch up on work should give you an indication of how ragged my day is now.  So forgive me for forgetting, even if my fuck-up kind of rippled through the company.  Sorry.  Damn.

(As an aside, this was my first day in The Third Department this week, and I have noticed that even though I have been rotating through tasks for several years now, I am kind of, well, "off" the first day I move into a position after a few days away from that position.  As much as I want to say I remember everything I do, and I can easily switch my brain to the work I need to do at this job or at that job, I kind of forget parts of those duties if I've been away from it for a few days, and I think that's the case here.  This might continue to be a problem if all I do is rotate from position to position.)

Maybe I need to sleep.  Wake up and put this day behind me.