Tuesday, June 12, 2007


I just learned of a big work related screw-up yesterday. Even though I wasn't the one who made the mistake, I was the one responsible for catching it. Sorry I can't elaborate more (not that the story gets any better than that) but for privacy reasons, "screw-up" will just have to suffice, and "big" meaning millions of dollars. *cringe* I am trying to console myself with the words "it's only a timing difference." And I'm steering clear of sharp objects. I slept very badly last night and woke up with a stomach ache and a headache...this feels like the final knock-down punch in a boxing match. I am knocked down, deflated and depressed.

So, to console myself, I went into the Quik Trip on the drive between meetings this morning and filled up on bad coffee (with syrupy cinnamon-hazlenut "Delight") and a couple of those monster taquito things that sit on the roller thingies under a heat lamp until they turn into rocks and (AND!) a package of Hostess Donettes (coconut crumb style). And so, now, the stomach ache, it is real bad!! Ugh!!!

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At 3:31 PM, June 12, 2007, Blogger Eric said...

This is not the sort of thing that brings the SOX guys down on you, is it?

I'm trying figure out whether to pray for peace, or for a forged passport. ;-)

At 3:37 PM, June 12, 2007, Blogger beth said...

Oh Gwynne, those things at the Quik Trip are not designed for people who already have a tummy ache! :(

So, um...at least you aren't managing the Enron account?

I have contacts inside customs if you need them. Just sayin' :)

At 3:48 PM, June 12, 2007, Blogger Gwynne said...

Yeah, I guess things could be worse. At least this does not involve criminal intent, lies or shredded documents. ;-) It was an innocent mistake for which I'm not liable to go to prison, although you know, "everyone goes to prison" nowadays, so who knows?! It might just be God's way of saying, "Um, perhaps now would be a good time to start selling flowers on the street corner." ;-)

At 4:11 PM, June 12, 2007, Blogger Stephen said...

Ouch! Good luck! :( Praying for you too.

At 4:28 PM, June 12, 2007, Anonymous Jim said...


No, that doesn't really do it.


Sounds awful, and I'm just talking about the donettes. No one should have to resort to that, no one. Not even Paris Hilton.

This isn't a resume update situation, I hope. I'll definitely be praying for peace for your soul and digestive tract.

At 5:53 PM, June 12, 2007, Blogger Gwynne said...

Thanks for the prayers, all. I do need and appreciate them!

And while, no, it's not SOX related (it's an IRS audit), it could require an update to my resume. I'll keep you posted.

Jim, it was the bad combination that caused the belly aching, because, mmmm, donettes! You don't LOVE these?!? I would have gotten the powdered sugar ones but was wearing a black suit (picked out special for my mood today) and didn't want to mess it up. ;-)

At 9:01 PM, June 12, 2007, Blogger Eric said...

Well, as long as we're off discussing powdered sugar donuts, a package of those once saved my life near the end of a 100-mile bike ride. I bonked big time, but fortunately we were close to a convenience store and I was immediately revived and completed the ride. So I recommend them for their therapeutic healing qualities.

But I don't think they work too well for a tummy ache.

At 5:55 AM, June 13, 2007, Blogger Rach said...

Oh dear Gwynne. I pray that this will sorted in an expedient manner with minimal to no consequences... I'll also pray for your peace of mind and physical health!

At 6:53 AM, June 13, 2007, Blogger DarkoV said...

All these recent stories about things falling off of trucks seemed to be premonitions of things to come.
My thoughts are with you, Gwynne. Hope this is one of those tax-related things that's a "Pay me now" cuz, otherwise "You'll most definitely be paying me later" type of things.

And there's always appeals, right. I've heard that the IRS is a kinder, gentler beast these days.

Crossing fingers and toes for a fortunate outcome.

At 7:42 PM, June 13, 2007, Blogger Gwynne said...

...near the end of a 100-mile bike ride.

Somehow, I'm having difficulty imagining trying to swallow a bunch of these things after a 100-mile bike ride...do they go well with Gatorade? I prefer milk or coffee with mine and I'm sure that's not suited for the end of a bike ride. *gag*

Thank you, Rach! :-)

Darko, how quick you are with the metaphors...yep, falling off the back of a truck pretty much sums up how it felt to realize what had happened, but you're right about the pay now or pay later concept...I hope it's that simple (but there's always penalties...gak!). Keep the fingers and toes crossed! ;-)


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