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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Life as I know it has suddenly become almost to the point of being unbearable.

Another one of those days that are horrid even before you start playing it out. Have to endure yet another uncomfortable half hour of "breakfast" coffee, and there's that shitty clinic in the afternoon to run. I'd better disarm myself first - I might just break down and shoot that bitch multiple times in the head at close range. Another nasty event in the middle of the day, and it's even worse when you realise that your immediate superior really just couldn't care less. I.e., I'm facing it alone, and expected not to bunk it up.

I hate my job at this moment. I really do. It so matters who you're working with.

Wenky
11:02 PM
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