Monday, Monday

I screwed up at work recently. I didn't actually realise this until late on Friday afternoon. I was asked to look over a project specification a few weeks ago, to ensure that everything that was being asked for could be provided. I gave it a cursory once over, and it all looked mostly fine. I had to check a few points, which I did, although not as thoroughly as I should have done. I discovered on Friday, when I began to delve into the project in a little more depth, that I few of the things I'd promised simply aren't possible - I'd checked documentation belonging an older version of some software and drawn certain - and invalid - conclusions from it. This wouldn't ordinarily be a problem, but in this case the project is something that's been subcontracted to us, and is hence of somewhat great importance than normal.

I didn't tell anyone what I'd discovered. I put it down to raw cowardice and the fact it was too late in the afternoon to do much about it then. I didn't see the point in ruining anyone else's weekend. I've spent pretty much the whole time since then in silent dread of returning to work on Monday. If I ever threw sick days, I wouldn't turn up tomorrow. But, unfortunately, such deceit just isn't in my nature, so tomorrow I'll have to head in and 'fess up to what I've done. I doubt I'll suffer any dire consequences, other than making myself look rather foolish, but beyond that I've let several people down - something I hate to do - and I'll fall on my sword if need be.

Insert expletive of your choice here.