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| This is my lame attempt to rebel at work, well sort of. I'm sick of being the only one who actually cares about catalogue completion. Whenever i'm at the desk i work my ass of trying to perpetually catch up with the never-ending mounds of catalogues and no one else does. I could leave the desk for two hours and come back to almost the same size pile. Arghhh! Why do i care?? I wish people weren't such slackers in general, but then again, how much do we get paid? That was a rhetorical question. Anyhoo, eww, school is done. Well it's actually not done until tomorrow but i've decided to end it early so i'm not going. So yeah school is done, yay, for now. Just exams and then summer school again, but for the last time hopefully. Gosh this is a boring entry. Probably because i'm at boring, boring work where the only party is in my mouth. Sweet Tart style. I'm quite fond of commas, just so you know...a little too fond really. Why can't people just go away? They keep coming to me like i'm sitting at a desk that says 'Information' or something, or i actually am. And they want to know things and ask in an either overly-polite, extremely slow, unsure and quiet way so much to the point that i want get up and slap them in the back of the head hoping will make the words come out faster. Or they are just plain asses who stand in front of me and say one word and expect me not to think they're insane or a pretentious ass. I think i'm just generally irritated today. I just got my period yesterday, for anybody who didn't want to know and now i have crippling cramps as always. Back to work. dat, dat, data entry. blah. | ||
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