Things are gonna change; I can feel it.

There is this one poor woman at work -- let us call her H -- whose vacation time I keep screwing up. I track everyone else's time easily, even the people who have time rolled over from last year (which we're not officially supposed to do but we do anyway), but every time it comes time to process a submitted request from H, I remember that I've had trouble before, start recounting and rethinking everything, and end up confusing myself so thoroughly that I panic and go by what is inevitably the wrong calculation. And then she comes to me, kindly refraining from accusing me of utter moronitude, and we go over everything together and I humbly -- or, in a fit of self-loathing, irritatedly -- submit to her superior vacation-tracking ability. And seeing as how H takes her vacation in one- and two-day increments, I have to do this all over again about once a month. Being shown up once a month with clockwork regularity over the same damn issue is very discouraging, and I hope you don't know how it feels.

But! But! Today, when she came down to argue the latest vacation SNAFU, she revealed that according to her calculations, which, as always, proved to be correct, she has taken all her time for the year, when I had thought she had one day left, and Oh my God, now I get to start fresh in January and I am so happy about this, and so completely determined not to screw up this tablula rasa I have been given, that no doubt it will all end in tears.