We received an email from the department today asking for our mid-year reports (*cue panic). I’m back in Gore for my final data collection period, and it seems like every robot involved decided to throw a naughty, naughty tantrum. Yep. They all decided to do it at the same time. They knew I’d be here. They knew this time is crucial. They planned the perfect evil master plan.
(If I could self-destruct…)
I am hoping that they get their act together tomorrow. Please. Please Charlie?