5/5/2004 03:58:45 PM|||Amy|||Dear Fuck-Up Fairy,

Please stop sprinkling your pixie dust over me. Keep it up and I will get fired or screamed at or the engine on my car will explode or the tires will blow out while I am traveling at 80 miles an hour or I will get drunk and do something (or someone) that I will regret. Just please - wave your blackened wand over someone else and let me have some peace.

It's just that all these mistakes I've been making, all these things I've been screwing up - it's all starting to get to me. You've done your job, Fuck-Up Fairy. I have well and truly seen all my professional and personal endeavours fall splish splashy into the toilet. I could give you a list from the past few years, but would it be enough to just focus on this week? First, I made several embarrassing admissions that should never have been uttered. Then, I let $650 worth of reagents rot at room temperature. I unthinkingly did something that my boss told me specifically not to do, and I forgot to escort a guest of my University from one remote part of campus to an opposite remote part of campus. I forgot about a grant that is due for submission, and I realized last night that I also neglected to reimburse a poor student for a large expense she incurred two months ago. And these things only happened in the last week.

So, Please, Fairy - go lovingly sprinkle your dust over someone else. You've done your job well here.

Love,
Amy|||108379144554490425|||The Fuck-Up Fairy and Me