Work Mistakes

It was really busy work wise. I uncharacteristically made a few stuff ups. Some how, Boris was saying it was a systems/computer error. That may, or may not have come from me. 😀

The Midget was on to me. She dramatically demanded that Boris did a full investigation. So Boris did.

I know how to cover my tracks, though. I mean, I sorted them all out, fixing everyone of them. It was only when I had fixed them all that The Midget became aware of them at all.

Boris found nothing, but, you know, I was a little, you know, er, what would you say, nervous, er, kind of. I'm not really that worried, but I'd like to get off teflon free, rather than not, if you understand. I hate stuffing things up.

I've since found another mistake I have made. I don't know what the hell was wrong with me this week, but I'm gonna fix the latest cock up (don't you love that expression? Reminds me of all my old boyfriends) on the down low.

Always fix stuff. Never cover stuff up. The cover up is worse than the mistake. But by the same token, I don't have to telegraph my mistakes.

They'll see the correction. Er! Big deal. 

If I make a mistake, and I have found the mistake, and I have fixed the mistake, before any of the drama queens (not Boris, she's not a drama queen) I work with know about it, did the mistake really happen at all.