Wednesday, April 11, 1984

Today at work we did practice interviewing and keypunching data entry into the computer. I completely lost one whole page of data entry and couldn't retrieve it. I hope I get better tomorrow.

When I got home, Cecil was ready to go to bed and Tracy hadn't come home from her boyfriend's house. She came home just as I was getting ready for bed. Everyone's schedules seem to be working like clockwork, shower and bath schedules included. Will miracles never cease.