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Those Vouchers

I have not been able to find those DVD vouchers. Which means one of two things.

Either:
a) I accidentally threw them out during the last lot of cleaning. or
b) I've put them somewhere so stupid I won't find them again until after they expire.

Either way, I'm pissed off at myself for my stupidity.

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the_metatron
Jul. 29th, 2002 05:43 am (UTC)
Humour me. Check under your keyboard. ;)
halloranelder
Jul. 29th, 2002 05:49 am (UTC)
Nope, not there. I even looked under both keyboards, and the scanner!

grumble, grumble, grumble...
the_metatron
Jul. 29th, 2002 11:59 pm (UTC)
Re:
Bugger

Worked when I lost my compact-flash card.
halloranelder
Jul. 30th, 2002 06:41 am (UTC)
I can understand that.

I moved into this house November 2000. In the move I managed to misplace the keys to the filing cabinet. It wasn't really all that important because everything had been taken out of it for the move, but it was a bit annoying, because I wanted to put all the stuff that had been in it, back in it.

Over a year passed, still no key.

Then a friend wondered if we'd taped the keys to it to the back of the cabinet, so they wouldn't get lost.

Nah, there's no way we would have done ... hang on, what's this?

Yep, you guessed it, the keys to the filing cabinet, taped to the back of the filing cabinet, which had been backed against the wall for over a year!

Duh!
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