The besst thing about Thursday was pretty mundane, actually: I was able to spend the afternoon on all the administrivia in my job.

None of it was a highly-visible, sexy project. It was just making a list of all the stuff that needs attention but has been slipping through the cracks of the highly-visible, sexy stuff (which makes my databases sound like mud flap girls, but trust me on this one: they’re not) and then taking care of it.

I spent the afternoon painstakingly researching individual situations and following up with tedious emails.

And that was the besst part of the day.

What is the Besst project? 

And why is it called Besst?

© E. Stocking Evans 2014